Behind All The Noise

[kimbaart]

Sometimes when I think,
Sometimes when I leave the noise,
I see an empty space
An empty mind
What is within?
What is without?
I cannot tell,
I cannot smell,
I cannot see,
I cannot feel,
I cannot hear.
And so I come back to the noise again
I hide, I stay, I look;
From behind the noise again
Sometimes, just sometimes.