intrusion

They sit with their legs crossed and face to face
Id love to believe its where we should be,
but its not our place.
I'm a little out of luck so far,
But we go to great lenghts,
I want to be free so bad,
But i'm still in this cage.
We talk in tones, we talk in voices made to be whispered,
We want to be wise, but we just sound obsurd
-this could be the meaning of the beautiful life, but it feels like a curse.

Loved one, he is singing a tune i don't know,
do you hear him too?
He is in the room as i'm caressing the sheets i don't know,
do you see him too?