The Grasp
Looking through the transparent skin of life
For something solid to cling on to.
Staring hard for the pulse of life within,
You see a figure surrounded by sound.
But you're looking for facts,
And you’re looking for signs.
And as you stand and stare,
What's there, what's really there?
Contained within those fragments
There is another sound
Another life,
Another you.
The real you.
The tears that you cried,
when you reached out, you cried within.
And how can you hope to trust what you grasp for
And can you hope to forget the other you,
Because you know within your heart
That it's all just an illusion, Anyway.