Cookie, crust and the 2nd teacup

I see the world in hues of light,

And search for meaning where's hard to find

Hands and gestures and hidden signs

A timber, a tune of a different kind

A world of senses, amplified and bittersweet,

Puzzle pieces that don't quite fit

A prism of colors, a symphony of sound,

The touch that pains and the comfort found

Repeat, repeat

The noises fade by the beat

Of the steady and regularity

And the pattern of the tapestry

Disrupt, break the trust

These are cracks that dismount

What the cookie and crust

Bring to the 2nd teacup I count

I see the world in hues of light,

And search for meaning where's hard to find

Hands and gestures and hidden signs

A timber, a tune of a different kind

Not quite like the rest,

A journey that's not always blessed,

The overwhelming sense of inexistence

Breaks the bridge that would solve the distance

Repeat, repeat

The noises fade by the beat

Of the steady and regularity

And the pattern of the tapestry

Disrupt, break the trust

These are cracks that dismount

What the cookie and crust

Bring to the 2nd teacup I count

Nothing to see, nothing to see

You`ll find nothing looking at me

The mind, a weight I cannot share

Too much to be, to much to bear