not me

You can hear whatever pleases your ears
you can see whatever pleases your eyes
but when all the musics are done
when all the colors are gone
you are alone
all alone
You can feel whatever your imagination would let you feel
and reach too for all the golden fruits seen behind your closed lids
as long as you know
or sooner or later realize
all's empty
when you open your eyes
all that's beautiful is not here
all's that's pleasing is not here
nor have they ever been here
When you open your eyes I thought you see what I see
in their depths, reflections of the smiling me
but instead, I only drown in your emptiness
if this moment is your very best
then what you search for, what you want
it's not me
not me
not me...

(05/02/01)
(title from a Thai song
inspired by same song)

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