Monday, April 19, 2010

In between my lines

If you could read
in between my lines
what would they tell you?
Would you finaly grasp who I am?

Or does it still scare you
Someone who seems to be ungraspable
high above in the clouds with body, soul and mind.
For me, there is nothing not to be grasped about me
I'm not the enigma
The enigma remains why you can't grasp me ...
And above all, why that scares you.