Would you dance with me
if I were brave enough to ask
From what you've seen and what you've heard
am I worthy of the task

Would you take my hand
and let the other take your waist
Would you let me pull you close to me
or take off in frightful haste

Would you look at me
and stare deep into my eyes
Would the music start to move you
or would fear paralyze

And would we move about the floor
with symmetry and grace
Or would I just be standing here
alone within this place

I haven't danced in many moons
I'm not even any good
but if I had to dance again
you're the one with whom I would

So tell me would you dance with me
and please don't play it cool
It takes more than you know to ask
but hurts more to be a fool

The truth is we don't think about whats going on in the life of others we think about ourselves.

Its all about us.

How we feel. What we want. What we don't have. What we miss. What we regret. How unfair everything is to us. We all do it. Because life is unfair. Because sometimes life does **** and we don't want it to and we don't deserve it and it just isn't fair.

Thats all.

It's not that we don't care about others, its not that I don't care about you but the first thing I see each day is me. The first feelings I have each day are mine. It's me that feels my pain. And it you that feels yours. But I don't know what your pain is. But I don't know how you feel. And so I focus on myself and only now see the irony that not knowing how you feel or knowing your pain is part of what I feel, is behind my pain.

Until we stop. Until someone makes us stop and draws our attention away from ourselves.

The way you did. The way you have.

And I feel like an ***.

And I feel selfish.

And I wish that I hadn't been thinking of me all along and I wish that I hadn't been preoccupied with what I want and what I need and what I don,t have and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I couldn't see.

I'm sorry I didn't know.

Can you forgive me? Can we go back? Not back to how things were but just back far enough to before I was an *** and before I was selfish and lets talk. Lets talk at that point right there. I had so much other stuff I wanted to say that I never got chance to say because I said the wrong thing. And before I could take it back and before I could explain and before I could do anything you were gone. And since then its all been different. Since then it's ******. Since then I've tortured myself for what I said and you know what? It's gone right back to being about me and I feel like I've learned nothing.

But I can see it now.

Is that better, does it make it less selfish, or me less of an ***?

Tell me how you feel.  Lets start with that and see.

Take my hand my dear friend
and walk with me a while
Lets stroll along the eastern shore
and maybe come across a smile

But while we walk lets talk about
whats going on with you
and see if there's another way
or something I can do

I know at times it gets too much
when everythings on you
and you manage to convince yourself
others know just what do

But rest assured you're not alone
this crisis hits us all
when we feel like a fishing boat
adrift amidst the squall

There are people who do care bout you
I know because I'm one
So dont ever feel you're all alone
trust me, it aint fun

We're no more than a call away
any time of day or night
just don't call us during idol
cause then you just might have a fight

Although the gag was kinda lame
it did provoke a smile
lets hope at least it helps to keep
the tears back a while

Next time you're down I hope you'll call
we can come back to the beach
and walk together hand in hand
just talking, side by each

Is it best to fight the fight and lose
or walk away intact
Is there victory in battles lost
just because you chose to act

Is it possible to lose something
that you know you cannot win
'Cause when it comes to you and me
that's just the place I'm in

There's so many things I want to say
but I'm sure you don't want to hear
And that alone is all it takes
to have me paralyzed in fear

Your smile's enough to light my day
when everything else is dark
You came in and blew my world away
with a tiny little spark

All of this I'd say to you
if I thought there were a chance
That we would take each others hand
and so begin to dance

But I don't know if there is music
I hear no singer and no band
And I'm scared to death of standing there
alone with my outstretched hand

Maybe you'll happen cross this page
and read what I had to say
And on that day I guess we'll let
the chips fall where they may.

There's seems to be something brewing
an argument of sorts
as to which is best coffee or tea
so I'd like to share my thoughts

Now without doubt there are times
when coffee is a must
but it becomes a small addiction
something after which you lust

But when I'm trying to unwind
and I know it may be just me
at times like that, coffee's all wrong
and it has to be just tea.

There are so many words inside me
that I feel I need to say
But circumstance and other stuff
is always in the way

Every time we get the chance to talk
one of us has to go
So the words keep building up inside
I wish it wasn't so

So I took a chance, I wrote it down
and sent it in the mail
In the hope at least you'll read my words
even if to no avail

At least I'll know I said my piece
that alone will do me good
But will the words upon the paper
reach you in ways I never could

What a gift you are to me.
My sweet and steaming cup of tea.
It is with you I start each day.
There really is no better way.