there is always something missing
when you don't know your father
it is simple to believe that the color
of the eyes is the key. but the truth
is not there because you never did
see the right color, the right shade
the deep of the ocean, the bright of
the sky, the hazel of the land before
it all becomes dark. the simpleness
is not often best. and perhaps we've
had it all wrong, i know i got it
all wrong. every moment since i
pushed the door closed. i want
to see in your eyes what i have
always wanted to see and what i
still wait to see: it is what it is until
