High The Bird The Sky

I see you, you see me I read you, you read me I hear you, you hear what I think of you every day, you think what of me I constantly thirst, You drink not of me I think you alleyways their, you who are their some times scare me I am growing, You think in what direction I am flowing, you think to what ocean I am human to, You think what kind of human are you I crave love to, you think what kind of love do you crave I think the normal kind, you think what is normal to you I wish to fly in your sky to, you ask how do you know I am here I think you are white, you think in nothing but colors I think I will come sea you, You think with open arms