I wonder what I'm doing here
thinking of the stars and their light
couches that don’t quite fit two people
rooms a dull dark
save the soft light
spilling out of the television set

I miss doing that with you

I'm like this astronaut wannabe
I want to be more than on top of the world,
more than a small step,
I want to shoot higher
but still a part of it
A part of yours
I want to leap the great distance
but have you next to me
to be a part of mine
like two cats caught up in that tree,
being up so high
so far from you;
It distresses me

And it’s been so long
and I’ve matured for that third
or perhaps that fourth time
but in this instance I know
It’s different
for a better
though
It’s lost
for a cause
and yet still
understanding

I sit here now
in the shame of this congested mind
I've always wondered,
maybe if I had changed
maybe if you can see how I really am now
(on the inside of course)
because I have this inkling
that perhaps you’d like it
… just maybe