"What is with the long face?"
I ask myself.
"Maybe I can touch, or even maybe some can feel?"
I reply.
"Maybe I'm just getting too deep."
Well, this time I might, this time I'll try.
To love, or kiss, or feel, or breathe again.
And to hate, or fall, or run, or die again.
So sketch a breath, inhale and hold in helium.
I don't know the fastest way out, but up will do for now.
Up, up, and away we go.
I know I say it like I mean it, but its you.
This is the space between.
Lift me up.
Close those eyes.
Here it meets.
Take a breath, travel away and leave.
This is where everything leaves me.
This is where everything meets me.
This is it, when the circle closes.