But to feel the overbearing rapture
Your shallow yet profound need seems to lack in the spirit of it all.
Today you want. Today you know it's enough. And yet fearfully you sit there wondering.
Those shallow pools of opacity sit before you. Mocking you by it's mere presence.
You lower yourself down to your knees yet slightly off the ground but just enough to dip your face in that puddle of nothingness
You stay there a while with your eyes wide shut absorbing everything you see for the sheer pleasure of it.
You pull yourself away. Only for a moment. And you forget. The moment's gone. You are lost. You are blinded.
Through all this blindness you could or maybe you let yourself see,
There's something in that inconsistency that defines the simplicity of it all, but you shy away.
