AT FIRST SIGHT

What do we think we are?
Is it so difficult to look at ourselves?
What do we see?
Is it what we feel or what we think we feel?

No matter what, we are never actually able to
have the perfect in-sight of things.
We always miss a little, and that is what we loose.

It doesn't really matter... Just take a peek of me...
Think me, imagine me...
Touch me with thy sight and I'll feel happy,
let me be part of your furtive sights, sense me...
reach out and touch me with your hands, feel me...

Come inside and find who I am because I sometimes
forget how to get there. Save me... Come to me...
Let me be with you and I'll touch your soul.

-C.