In a world where it is so impossible to just be,
Can I trade places with you and you with me?

Could I live in your skin just to finally feel free?
To live a life under your warmth I would surely freeze.

Could I breathe with your lungs just to finally feel complete?
To breathe those breaths of atmosphere that never really belonged to me.

Could I look through your eyes just to finally spot the disease?
To observe through your eyes is the only true way to see.

Could I move your melodic mouth just to finally let my words leak?
To talk in your tongue was always the only right way to speak.

Could I borrow your bones just to finally walk with your feet?
To travel amidst your framework is the only way I may leave.

So in a world where it is so impossible to just be,
Trading places, it seems, may not be so sweet;
Because in this world where it is so impossible to just be,
You are just you and I am just me.

Once upon a chilly October night
we'll lay under our blanket of tranquility and comfort,
and we'll gaze as the stars gather round,
from all the corners of the serene sky,
to listen in on our secrets and conversation.

But we won't care,
as long as they bring us enough light
to be able to glimpse each others eyes
and as long as they beautify the sky.

And perhaps,
as our souls, the stars and the moon
dance in harmony with the night breeze,
we'll feel complete.

*s.a.