here you are with your story   and no one wants to hear   here you are with your fiction   and no one wants to see      except for you      and your light will it shine on   shine for you and me   and your light will it shine on   shine for you and me      and your sad unknown islands   waiting for your thoughts   on the horizon   and your vacant eyes beside me   just a breath away   won't return my gaze      here you are      and your liberation   and your undulating dance   in tantalising slowness   and your distance that you chose   tell me did you find   all your explanations inside your   diorama      and your once invented grey   genius-like appearance   almost succeeded   and your soundless cries for more   anti-life will die   away unheeded      and your light will it shine on