Wake up, get ready, leave, come back, sleep
Wake up, get ready, leave, come back, sleep
Like a giant loop, I follow the path.
No real goal in sight, no real plan when I stop.
It’s almost as if I’m sleepwalking, hell, I probably can sleep through most of my day and my body will still follow the path.
But one day I’ll need to look back at how long I’ve been on this trail, and all the self destruction I’ve left.

I can tell that it's coming once again.
The chill down my back, tensing my muscles and even reaching my bones.
Most people shudder at the thought of no longer spending time in the heat of the sun, but I feel as though an old friend has come back to greet me once more.
That chilling feel, making my body stay in the confinds of a warm bed for a bit longer.

We walk along the path, the one we both were excited to explore.
With the moon overhead, gently moving the shadows
And flowers bloom, as we walk together.
But now when I walk this path, as I've done many times before.
You've become just another ghost, amongst those who have walked with me.
Goodbye, but not forever, for we will walk together again.

It's all it takes
To finally feel the warmth again
A single spark
And the blazing fire that will ensue is more than enough to comfort even the coldest of hearts
Even mine

Her voice touches my heart
Her eyes shine like the most expensive gems
Her thoughts paint the most stunning portraits
Her moves are as if she swims through the very air that touches her
Her breathing gets relaxed whenever she talks
Her footwork is almost as if she's always dancing
As Her voice has claimed my heart, i hope that one day my words will claim hers...

I sit by my desk
with my laptop playing our favorite jazz tracks
waiting for you
for the peek into my room with your light
the tap at my window
so that we can dance together again
with my words being my dance
my room being the stage
and you as my audience

Perhaps we've passed each other, while walking down the street
Or perhaps stood in line, one behind the other, paying for our groceries.
Maybe we've seen each other, at that one restaurant we both love.
While these are all uncertain, there is one thing I know.
You're out there, somewhere.
Waiting for you and I, as well as I and you, to finally meet.
And maybe, then we can finally be together.