in and out . . .

Have I lost my senses

All of it

Sense of love

Sense of hate

Do I still have a say

when the wildest dreams wither away

Am I lost or just un-found.

Dreams they never fade

Voices they never hold

I would breath

in and out

till I find you . . .

in and out

For a single kiss

I'd wait a million springs . . .

I promise to breath

One at a time

till the day they are the same . . .  yours and mine . . .

Find me . . .