Sometimes...

Sometimes I reach out,
Stretching my hands towards the sun
(In front of my eyes)

The light decieves me
Every so often,
As is if I could see the color clearly.

Sometimes I reach out,
Stretching my hands towards the moon
(In front of my eyes)

A small glimmer of light for
every so often,
I still know I am here.

Sometimes I reach out,
Stretching my hands towards something
(In front of my eyes)

Every so often, it hurts..
because most of the time I reach out
no one happens to be there..