When I look for something real I almost always find everything fake in what I see,
yet I feel something out there waiting to come within me.
When I do not seek what I really need or want I am not upon those ordinary people doing extraordinary things that are sought,
yet in a normally crazy kind of way I know from somewhere I am to seek the unknown so that it may be known like it or not.
It's not here, it's not there, because in a way I know it's everwhere,
So when look at what I seen or what I saw, I know it doesn't mean Presence's Unseen can't be seen when you blindly stare at nothingness looking for somethingness up in the air.
Its that forever Unseen Presence that got this cold heart to once again care.