There are tears in my eyes,
and my anxiety is high.
Rushing feelings are converging,
I wouldn't mind trying to fly.
I'm playing twenty questions alone,
realizing my life's tone.
There are certain things I'd like to complete,
some things are uncertain, some things are pretty neat.
Dance in the wind, sing to the stars,
be kissed in the rain, have sex in a car.
To keep climbing trees in the middle of the night;
to get lost in the darkness and make my own light.
These happy thoughts ease my fears,
because in times like these only I can dry my tears.
Hopes, dreams, wants, and needs...
These are bounties on which my soul feeds.