So I find myself thinking
Yes, I too, sometimes think
In honesty all too much
But to you I tip my drink.
Years from now, not at present
Would my life suite me?
My smile be real and true?
And would returned it be?
Two paths in reality exist
One of hurt and one of hope
Terrifying route unknown
Walking on edge of blind slope.
So this situation on my mind
To which side I wake up to
I thunder my thoughts
Unable to gain a clue.
All it was, purely mist
But clarity came at last
Unsuspected did one day
All worry left in past.
I wake up to you
After day, every day
My heart to last one love
Yours with mine hope stay.
