Every day

I imagine a future where

I can be with you

In my hand

is a pen that will write a poem

for me and you

The ink flows

down into a dark puddle

Just move your hand

- write the way

into his heart!

But in this world

of infinite choices

What will it take

just to find

that special day?

What will it take

just to find

that special day?

Have I found

everybody a fun assignment to do today?

When you're here

everything that we do is fun

for them anyway

When I can't even read my own feelings

What good are words

when a smile

says it all?

And if this

world won't write me an ending

What will it take

just for me

to have it all?

Does my pen

only write bitter words for those

who are dear to me?

Is it love

if I take you, or is it love

if I set you free?

The ink flows

down into a dark puddle

How can I write

love into reality?

If I can't

hear the sound of your heartbeat

What do you call

love in your reality?

And in your reality,

if I don't know how to love you