Act One
Scared to let go
But plunging in with both feet
I look at you
I see time fly
The passage of seasons
Marked by laughter
Exposition giving way to plot
Walking through my 30s
I see road trips and tears
And yelling and holding you
Ever so premature
I imagine a couple
Quite a pair
Quite a scene
You could make me fly
Teach me how to be free
Show me life from outside
It could all be over
With a sound
It could all be nothing –
But I’m taking my chances
I’m over my head now
Looking for miracles
In the outline of a face