"Sensing me"

I see..
Blank lines and empty words
Dancing the tango on paper so white,
Thoughts, feelings and emotions
All racing out of sight.

I hear..
Silence making a din
And being quietly loud,
The magnified face of whispers
Peering throught the vacant crowd.

I feel..
The chill that warmth brings
Escaping the tormenting sun,
The pulley of time
Merging, day and night into one.

I taste..
A smile made of tears
Cracking a sad face,
A parched, dry moment
Giving a watery embrace.

I sense..
A mystery known to all
Solved time and time over,
Bad luck and disappointments
Residing in a four leaf clover.

I know..
Of things lying unknown
Beyond that line and limit,
A second chance comes round
Begging you to live it.

I am..
A regular john doe
With no tag of wealth or fame,
Struggling with a nameless spirit
To play a person, a life and a final game...

-Mist