Something is never here

alluding my graps, it tricks me, the seer,

I will find it no matter the cost

I won't give up, I think I'm lost

creation and illumination

mix together in my fear and delight

I wish I had the sight

to be a true seer

to see that that alludes me

I have no fear of losing it

I'm more afraid of finding it

that which alludes me

Believe these words that I say

They are as real as me

this world which I "see"

is as real as me

This spirit that I must find

is as real as me

This life that I live

is as real as me

This loss that I feel

is as real as me

As real as all of us can see

As real as all of us are

They are all as real as me.