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I often wondered why
you and I
never touched the sky
why we never stopped along the way to paint pictures of ourselves
abstract
or in fine detail
admiring the finished product
before the final exhibition
yeah
every step along the way
a quick glance but no words to say
as we fantasize about what might've been
if we had touched the sky
just once
reaching that glorious plateau we thought about
all those years
smiles
and miles ago
yeah
taking what our fantasy gives
we would make our own verbs and adjectives
our nouns
would resound
from every cliff of Dover
but the morning came today
and it was all over
just a dream
yeah
dreams are cool
they were cool then as they are now
circumstances impossible to change anyhow
yeah
even today
do I think and wonder why
we never touched the sky
yeah
I do
realizing where we went is
foreverlasting and permanent
becoming friends then
and remaining friends today
yeah
imagination is cool on hot summer days
as a well lit fireplace on cold January mornings
"what might've been"
is a smile I possess unknown to the world
but
"what is"
grips to the bone like mama's oatmeal
makes me wanna reach out and love the
"right now"
which is before me
yeah
it's all good
it truly is all good
yeah
