What if the flowers of spring won't blossom? What if I never run through the fields again? What if I can't make it through the winter? What if I may never see you again? What if you won't wait for me anymore? What if we won't find a way?
Are you drifting from me? Or am I drifting from you? The seas are against us and I fear I will soon be a dot on your horizon, the same dot at the end of a question mark that may be forever left unanswered.