How low is low when you're already being kicked while you're down?
And how high is high when your feet refuse to leave the ground?

How do I get to the destination
of weary dreamers and broken hearts?
How do I finish this game of life (and love) when I don't know where to start?

Maybe one day I'll be able
to think things through.

But nothing will feel as close
to the way that I loved you.

Maybe one day
you and I
will figure all of
this out.

And maybe the
images flowing
in your mind
will incarcerate
themselves
into my heart.