Will it ever wander?
Will it ever move?
Will it ever fix my mind and tell me what to choose?
Why is distance present?
Why is distance here?
Why is distance on my mind and why is it not clear?
I’d like to sing, I’d like to think
that everything is alright
I’d like to speak. Make my mind leak.
That idea is not right.
Does it really matter?
Does it really care?
Does it really think of you when you are not there?
How could this be made up?
How could this be real?
How could this be all for you, if it cannot feel?
Can anyone hear me?
Does anyone really read?
I’m what I am and I still want it
It’s what I really need
this is your life chuck johnson 