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I don't know who you are, but I know you.
I have seen you, but we've never met.
I know you're out there, I can feel your presence.
I only know of you from a vision.
Our fates are connected, we are destined to be,
But that cannot happen unless we also try.
I know you're out here somewhere, but I can't find you.
Where are you?
Do you know of me as I know of you?
Are you searching for me as I search for you?
If I find you, I will know you, but first I must find you.
I don't know how to find you, I don't know where you are.
I keep looking.
A glimpse of you in a vision is all I know of you.
But that glimpse is so clear.
What I felt in that vision I will never forget.
That is what I've been searching for always.
That is what I hope to find someday.
And you are the one who can make that come true, but where are you?
I don't know how to find you.
I have to keep looking, I have to find you.
If it is fate, might not you have had that vision also?
Might you not be looking for me?
If you are looking for me, then maybe if I hold still you will find me, but I can't risk that, I must find you.
So if I look as far and wide, as far as I can, maybe I will find you.
But if I look so far, I can't look close enough.
Maybe if I look where I am, where I am now, where I am going already, you will be there.
But if fate wants us to be, then maybe I should look where fate points me.
I should follow fate, let it decide where I should look, and hope I might find you there.
Will you know me?
I will know you.
I have seen you.
I have felt your presence in a vision.
A vision so beautiful, with such love and peace and happiness.
The kind of happiness I can only dream of now.
You are that dream.
But where are you?
Why aren't you here with me?
I doubt whether I can find you alone.
I have some friends.
I have some people I can trust.
I try to reach out to them, try to ask them for help.
My arms are bound still.
My jaw doesn't work, I can't scream for help.
I can't reach out, I can't call for help.
I must find you on my own.
But I don't know how.
Please help me.
Please look for me.
Maybe we'll find each other.
Can you see me?
Dressed as the mourner, walking the dark night streets alone.
Can you hear me crying in pain, anguish, searching for something that I cannot show?
Can you feel me, reaching out with my aura to search all those I see, to find out that they are not you?
As when I find someone, I wonder, could she be you?
And I look, but I can't tell.
And I listen to her voice, but I can't tell.
I look at her aura, I stare, and I search for those things I saw in you, in my vision.
And I am seeing her aura, and I am disappointed.
It is not yours.
She is not you.
Just to make sure, just to be sure, I walk past her, stretch out my aura,
reach out with my inner self and touch her aura, and I feel her spirit, but she is not you.
I become depressed, and I am unhappy.
I am searching.
I must keep searching, I must find you, I must keep searching.
But how long must I search?
How long must I wait?
Do I have to wait for you?
Do I have to keep looking at the others and walking past because they are not you?
And then I must wonder?
Do you know of me?
Have you seen me?
Are you looking for me?
Are you waiting for me?
Should I be waiting for you?
Or should I just hope that I will find you?
The fates have not left me that choice.
They have taken that option from me.
I cannot approach them.
I freeze up.
Something stops me.
Something within holds me back.
I am furious with myself.
I try to fight it.
I try to fight myself.
I try to do what I want to do, but I won't let me, and I am mad at me, but I can't show it.
And I hate me, but I can't show it.
Just as I long to find you, and I know I love you, but I can't show it.
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