Behind the Fog

you look at me
and then I ask - is it you
I look at you
I don't dare to feel sure
all around us is unimportant
but the moment is right
to see more than I wanted to believe
reality rolls to the side
the more I want - the less I am
like a script - all there - but aside

all has to be - I have to let it be
the more I try - the less I reach
and there is nothing
it is everything
it is you - and it is me -
like misunderstanding
I just have to be like youif I don't want it too much