Sorry sir, we are out of chicken.
Spacing out into a land between reality.
Reaching out to that which is not there
or rather hanging onto the possibility.
Hoping I see you everywhere.
At a glance our eyes meet,
whispers of the wind giving me chills.
Unable to simply greet,
the sounds of my body coming to a complete still.
Watching as you just walk by,
I lose my will to soar high.
Life is short, but passion remains.
And me giving in is just simply insane.
Spacing out into a land between reality.
Reaching out to that which is not there
or rather hanging onto the possibility.
Hoping I see you everywhere.
At a glance our eyes meet,
whispers of the wind giving me chills.
Unable to simply greet,
the sounds of my body coming to a complete still.
Watching as you just walk by,
I lose my will to soar high.
Life is short, but passion remains.
And me giving in is just simply insane.
