Can I Dance With You?

Time passes quite fast and we all believe thate we're growing, even if its just that inch wider. The growth is the fact that we believe in the hope that we're driving towards some point of success in the wild imagination we constantly convince ourselves to hold onto. Well, holding on is one thing, then theres actually acting on it. So would I rate success through that materialistic never-ending yearning to gather the most number of marbles working towards an eventual goal that will give you the power and pleasure that only envy can thrive on? ummm yea-ha that seems to work with most people right? So when I choose someone in my life that does not want to compare against that - what next? Hold on to some hope that there is more to life than just materialistic pleasures? Naaaaaa thats impossible, must be some spiritual mumbo-jumbo driving that feeling moreso.. just a fantasy killer.

I wish I had more, I really wish I did but then again thats exactly what the next fellas putting up and praying for. So whats the reality, or do we want to even ask that question?

In this search for the perfect partner everyone starts to look for the sanest choice rather than the perfect collaboration of a million pieces put together. Thats when reality kicks in... making plans for tomorrow has never been fun especially when it means growing up and out of oblivion. Wish I could sit back and yearn for nothing. After all, like the saying goes - "So little so much to do", i'd rather spend my days with someone who does not need to make plans for tomorrow. But we are deep-down looking for that piece of stability, sanity and of course someone else to lean on..... and of course all the way to the end of the world. "You & me together, could do anything forever" and all the sanity that attaches itself to that parody of love forever.

Give me a few moments to think of a perfect moment and i'll walk you through a journey - sitting at the edge of the world in a beach-chair, looking at the wonder of the sea with waves lapping at your feet. Some spanish / irish (yes IRISH) melody to add to the flavour of the sweet smelling water and you are living in bliss. A bit of dancing at night to follow but then thats another picture. Crawl through a cranky friction, the most senile you could find and that makes for a moment made in heaven. Take a vacation to experience and you'll begin to believe in God. There is no way that you could've ever expected to see any of this without someone, somewhere, somehow putting this perfect concocction together - the only answer will, of course remain, God.

So what am I tallking about today? I dont really know. Should I quote 'The Script' with their unending whine about how breaking up aint fair and that the best part of me was always you? Umm maybe or maybe not. How'd you get on with your life and i'm still holding my hands open waiting for you to come back? What would I do? What would i do without you? Live it up - work my butt off? i'm still alove but barely breathing. I hardly pray to my God but I do believe in him. I'm guessing that you've met a man who's willing to put you first in his life. When a heart breaks if fucking well dont break-even.

I know that there is hope, and well of course love, to my name. I know that there is hope - God did it with my career and He will do it with the rest of my life. So what should I do to get things straight and right? Hopefully i'll live long enough to know that this is the first step to searching for something else. If there only was someone I could wait for - with the hope that you'd come back to me?? but thats not the hope i'm wating on...i'm past that point and looking for the better part of life. Maybe someday you'll wake up and find your heart missing me and if you ever turn around and search for me - I will be waiting, just not for you.

One thing that remains forever is that I did want to spend my life with a girl like you, and do all the things that you wanted me to, its unfortunate that time has come to pass that I no longer want to ask - Can I dance with you?