Ever catch yourself staring off into space thinking about something? I do nearly every day, and it’s always the same thing. I think about what it would be like to really be in love.
Am I just a star-gazing fool? Maybe, but it’s worth every second of thought I give it because it reminds me every day that I want to attain that feeling and how nice it would be to share that sensation with someone.
I can’t help but think I’m just a star-gazer.
The odds of finding love are like balancing on a razor.
A slim chance I stare at off in the distance.
But I could slip and lose it in this instance.
I hope that this twinkling light is really something.
There’s so much out there though, it could be nothing.
A disappearing shot clinging tightly on hope.
But I swear I see it there in my scope.
I see that glint of light out there in space.
The little shimmer there, that’s my place.
A small spot way out there in the night.
But I’m absolutely sure I should chase that light.
I may just be a star-gazer alone in the park.
But I see my light out there in the dark.