Yeah, right. No wrongs, just lost sight. Skies clear up and dust settles. Played smoother than the piano, I remember just saying hello. Oh no. And there she go. On her way, tomorrow is always today. Leaving it with her say. No toys but plenty of time to play. And her smiles transmit a fearless hope that maybe she'll be there. Yes, and maybe she won't. Too many do's, too many of her don't s. you win some, and some you'll learn to let go. No longer your main star in this freakshow we humans call Love. Scene one and Act two, you thought there was none above. Two for one, one for all. This woman makes me feel tall. For her, I just fall. Rough landings, smooth sailing. This feeling I dreaded. Failing. Gone.