“It Seems to Me” by Krishna Bhaskar is a gentle, poetic nudge to the soul behind the success—where Rolex time, Bentleys, and bright city lights can’t outshine the barefoot days of real warmth. It’s a love letter to lost simplicity, old songs, and the people who still remember you before the glow-up.
Have you been to the garden lately?
It seems to me,
It seems to me…
You’re tangled up in Rolex time
And that red Bentley gleam.
Have you called the aunt
Who knit you warmth with every thread—
While you dreamt in her lap,
Barefoot, resting your head?
What became of that guitar
That once danced beneath your hand?
Those silent strings still wait for you,
But you’ve got towers to command.
It seems to me,
It seems to me…
You’re still the same old song I knew,
But wrapped in neon mystery.
Caught up in new money’s glow,
Silicone smiles and borrowed fame,
Still chasing something in the show—
But the soul remains the same.
The monarchs glide through Texas skies,
It’s that golden time of year.
They’re frying margaritas at the state fair…
And I just need you here.