EXPOSED

I see you, you see me.

But I'm wondering what you can see because I'm constantly searching for me.

You see, I haven't found the place in me and like a bird searching for its nest, I'm lost I must confess.

I'm walking through an empty forest, and all around me looks the same. If it's true that you can see me, then I really don't know what to say.

I wish your eyes could read my soul; I wish your eyes could feel my mind. Even if it's just a peek inside, perhaps what you see might subside.

But, I'm exposed, I'm naked here standing in front of you, my dear.

And nothing compares to the emptiness we both share.