Learning to dive, or fly high… I meet my self, keep question why,..
where is my match, do i wonder wrong.. or am i shy,..
Is it passing slow, or my wait’s too tough..
am i lost somewhere, or am i feeling so high..
is this seriousness an issue, or my jokes have fade out..
i’m talking too fast, can u hear me, argh! why..
the time’s not right, or this place, might be..
i’ve a mission, an aim, and my only try..
i’m holding it tight, No worries, My match..!!!
I’ll be there someday, & you know why..