What might has being is.

And there I was,
Not making sense.

and here I am.

and time might have moved,

but I didn't see it.

(Just hands moving across a face)
Not me nor you
as much as I had imagined
I don't even know what happiness is.

Things might have changed,

but I can't remember.

I do remember the wind,

and voices that carried me,

the tunes that stick in my head,

long after the musics gone,

I still want to dance.

I just want to dance.

until this body falls off me,

until it no longer matters,

how to use grammar,

or if I believe

in anything

or everything,

or just how much Love really feels

in me.