One eye sees the past
The other sees the future, but
I'm standing in the present
Smelling of the forbidden wine
Lacking the presence
of mind, that is mine,

To let things be

What is before me;
The best I've ever had
What may lie ahead;
This I have wanted

I think

I want this but
I may never know
how it all comes together, or
how it will flow
Where do we go

With this

Do I risk losing it all
For a remote possibilty
Do I push past feelings, of futility
Or should it all stay the same

With you

There is alot to give and
it's a major change to
the way that we live

and I realize that

for this pipe dream
you'd be risking it all
to go with the moment  
facing the fall

For a promise....

   I willingly live the cliché; yet
                              All that I hope for is
                                          just a little bit more.