“Things outside you are projections of what’s inside you.”
I wait for you in the dark.
Hoping you feel the spark.
Out of this reality.
Are you just a phantasy?
You sit there looking at,
The painting above your head.
Reach your hand out to me.
Out of your reality.
“Things outside you are projections of what’s inside you.”
I follow you to the beach.
There you get out of reach.
I cannot find you anymore.
I’m all alone on the shore.