He showed me two faces
one open
and one showing what he wants 

I showed him mine
an open hand
empty

and cowardly
with a way out
I stared at him

or maybe through him

The rain can come in
now my skin is hardened 
and shattered 
when you pressed me

I still work
on and of
but is that not enough 

If you don't think about it to much
life can make sense 

There is meaning to find
in life and the things you see

at a first glance you get one for free
that will cost you when you take it 

meaning you have to find
not through a glance 
but through the glance 

Sometimes we don't see
that there is a clear separation 
between where you want to be
and where you are

to much momentum
will make this... clear

I wish
I could see myself 
as a statue