Jan 04, 2005 14:17
If I run though a field,
I feel as though I can fly.
The destination doesn't matter,
the distance doesn't matter,
the speed doesn't matter.
Any pain my body experiences -
just fades away.
I get wings,
slowly I can't feel the ground beneath my feet.
Suddenly, my surroundings become more dominant,
the colors,
the shadows,
the beauty of the world.
This is how I felt with you.
Everything was brighter,
there was no ground,
no pain,
I had wings.
It was the journey,
not the destination...
remember?
Now tell me........................
Is this our destination?
Has it been reached?
Because right now,
I have wings,
they are torn,
burned,
barely anything left to me.
So tell me....
What are you willing to do?