What if you could only say exactly what you mean?
Would you still want to be selfless, or would sometimes you be
able to fill the longing, and to care
And all you did was sit around and breathe the
sounds like eyes closed make a symphony.
Would there still be infinity to work for?
And what if things were perfect, and your characters were friends
And your thoughts are hardly startled,and you think you've reached the
part where calmness takes its toll
Can you reach into your
innermost depths, retrieve something that's the essence of you,
something terribly familiar, but altogether