I keep rubbing my face

Late in the morning Like I didn't notice Pale as the moonlight Like a little lotus Late in the morning Like I didn't notice Pale as the moonlight Like a little lotus Late in the morning Like I didn't notice Pale as the moonlight Like a little lotus Late in the morning Like I didn't notice Pale as the moonlight Like a little lotus i Am in a sea of: Things and beings that be Because of love Saia is saia is of I be Because of things that love Am i belief enough? The instiller of the distilled Full glass filling, never spilt Never Am i lulled Never a hair pulled Only tears shed out of compassion and sensitivity I always had my own idea of it Allways i Am in a loose grip of a strong hand Am i the strong grip of the loose hand? Am i pulling water against pushing sand. Contact improvisation and, Am i one in the same? i am i