Yeah

yeah

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