is this light inside of me,
or can I see a sun bursting out there ?
how can I know what is inside or outside ?
why shall I believe in distance ?
there is here and I am out there too !
I can see myself in the mirror of an ocean
with tears made out of stars !
and that smoke that is a giant nebula ?
is there a friend inside
or does he wait behind the dimensions of time ?
and who asks all these questions ?
my voice ?
a voice somewhere over there ?
"life is quiet sometimes but it has its own voice"
my own voice says
but it sounds like it came from somewhere else
if we listen