There isn't much to be,
from even what I cannot see.
and yet how far would you go?
For someone you do not know.
Like a book on fire burning,
we are ice clashing through to the steam.
Making intense dry pages,
that is too brittle to even read.
Sometimes so magical,
Yet the feelings are impractical.
We levitate through the mysterious dream.
without even knowing the happenings.
With every step we take, it's like a million miles we made,
But even with awe of such power, the feet wouldn't stray away.