A better view of your thought.

Wishing the game to reach its end,
To put a stop to the plan.
Engineered by your synchronized lips.
And your underwater beat.

The picture was in you,
Without any sense of direction.
You pursue,
Upon the very last view.

Though I wonder if it ever was clear.
How you and I were always in distance.

But my judgement was too far off,
Even if it had lived in my imagination.
Dreams and the substance,
Were the only reason.

To keep me in your view.