fragment of my early march

by

your hand is pointing south

but your eyes is seeing north
and you stay silent because you know
you can't listen and speak at the same time
i have finished my turn
and i am waiting for yours
but hesitation prevents you from saying
not that i haven't known, my ears just need to listen

feet on the ground, head on cloud-nine
quite an enjoyable distress
we've reached a condition
which is pretty hard to perpetuate
but thank you,
you and me are surprisingly easy

just leave the question
never feel the urge to answer
just leave the question
feel free not to take it home,
never feel the urge to answer