Behind the Fog

you look at me and then I ask - is it you I look at you I don't dare to feel sure all around us is unimportant but the moment is right to see more than I wanted to believe reality rolls to the side the more I want - the less I am like a script - all there - but aside all has to be - I have to let it be the more I try - the less I reach and there is nothing it is everything it is you - and it is me - like misunderstanding I just have to be like youif I don't want it too much