everything you catch comes from here,
while elation is swinging from you to me,
from side to side on a constant approach,
we're too afraid to get closer to let it go forth.
it's not your silhouette what I see,
gonna get on my feet recklessly,
hail the silent art of being poles apart,
and of reaching what you're missin when you reached it up.
your arrival shoves me in hell.