Potential..that would be an understatement.
Planets align and seem to drop you here.
I've been waiting for this day for so long.
Harmlessness...that can be intimidating.
Genuine...almost to good for true.
Grains of sand escaping from my grasp.
It's only wishful thinking, there will never be a chance.
Days change expectations.
All my asperations, like to think there'll be a day when we'll meet again.
I understand it won't be soon.
I also understand it might be never.
So in my spare time, I'll dream of the chance
Of the hope, of some way, of the day.