You can see my hand

reflected.

There's snow, so much snow that from up above I swear it looks like this; although this whiteness is clouds, of course. The sun shines this brightly today; the sky is a deep light blue it's cold but not that cold, not too cold.

You can see me reflected, you can see my hand right there

I've removed myself from the fancy minds today, have changed my attitude and you can come up to me; you can come talk to me

You can.

Just try, try and realise that there's not much to try

Just be, be and realise that you are.