Most of the time we`re not watching,
most of the time we`re just passing by.
Searching to find all the beauty we`ve heard of.
Tend to forget, pearls are just made of sand.
We try to live in a story,
the same one we wrote and told long ago.
Maybe the story should make it`s own ending,
maybe surprisingly: water is wine.
It`s like the meadow you`ve heard of,
the one on the other side, the one that`s green.
You`ll never find anything if you`re searching.
You just have to see what is already there.