Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from all the effort,
all the emotions, all the thoughts,
all the dreams, all the wishes,
all the poems, all the hints,
all the implications?

Where do I go from this moment in time,
from waking up every morning wishing
you were mine?

Where do I go from these heart beats,
these sweaty palms,
these nervous laughs,
this inability to be calm?

Where do I go? Do I tell you I'm lost?
I'm confused, I'm bewildered,
and I think I can see the cost.

Can you tell me where to go?
I don't want to find my own way.
I'm waiting for you to show,
just waiting for the day.