We Are Who We Are.

We are who we are.
Boy and girl.
We meet.
We leave.
We laugh, cry, fight, die.
We leave.
We meet.
Boy and girl.
We are who we are.

I dream of Darcys,
I dream of could be's,
I dream of maybes,
I dream of fantasies.

You dream of football,
And pretty girls,
Perhaps you don't dream at all.
Hm.
I don't know.

We are an odd pairing,
Woman and man.
We are so different,
Yet so alike.
We love,
We hate.

I dream of big things,
And little things too,
A little farmhouse,
Overridden with children.
Will you be there, with me?

You dream of small things,
And big things too.
I guess I'm never in your dreams.
Sad.
You're always in mine.

We're two clocks out of sync,
Two calendars based on different stars.
I follow the moon,
The possibilities of impossibility.
You follow the earth.
The impossibilities of possibility.
Maybe we'll share the same anniversary of love.

We are driven away by everything,
Connected only by the goddess of love,
The god of sex.
Such a tenuous link,
Maybe it will break.
Will it be our beginning/awakening?
Will it be our fall?

We are who we are.
Boy and girl.
We meet.
We leave.
We laugh, cry, fight, die.
We leave.
We meet.
Boy and girl.
We are who we are.