One Level at a Time...

The beginning of the end is when we say it's now are never...
as if it's do are die time.
May be so; if I must I may, somehow, someway just move on...
None were soulmates
They all found Mr.Right through me...
May be there is someone out there for me... that is all fantasy

I'm walking with shadow dancers...
she's quietly Outspoken; elegantly graceful ...
Why am I so calm now ...
It is like I can see it all, a machine that works for us...
Not the hero who saved lives ...
May be it was false hope I never lived by ...
Sitting here stuck in the gutter in the storm ...

I want to say it as it is from my perspective ...
What is next to come our way that no one ever really knows ...
Many possibilities for potential...Who knows...
May be I'm bluffing in the calm silent breeze in a meadow ...
The silent chaos in the mind ...
One side says to let her go ...
The other side says hold on it's never to late...