What is this thing I see?
I speak in every word
but may never understand.

Once I was that close
but only close in reason.
Once our eyes would meet
but our souls so far apart.

And tides of wonder
undermined the things I could believe in.
I knew my curiousity
was stronger than my heart.

On a clear day, I see to the horizon.
I don't notice rain. It falls on others' place.
On clear days, everything is right.
I feel it but I never stop
enough to really know.