I daydream, far from my cozy self-awareness as a man. I don't know who my soul is, nor does it know who I am...

Understand it ?
It would take time.
Explain it ?
Don't know if I can.

And in this misunderstanding
between who I am and what is
I there's a whole other meaning
lying between earth and sky.

In that gap is born the universe
with suns and stars past counting.
It has a profound meaning,
which I know.
It's outside me.