Is it the journey... or is it the destination. Is it the path we choose... or where we long to be.
And I sit here... dark walls surrounding... staring at my pictures of you... wanting to know...
If I should be happy... because I got to hold you once in my arms... or sad... that I only got to hold you once in my arms.

Is it the choices we make... or the chances we are forced to take. Is it making all the right decisions... or the wrong ones we can learn from.
And I sit here... dark walls surrounding... imaging your lips pressed against mine... wanting to know...
What is more painful... experiencing the first kiss only once... or knowing that there must be a last one.

And we make mistakes... and we stumble... and we fall... and we fly...
And so I take this journey... away from the dark walls surrounding... to take you out of this corner in my mind... wanting to know...
If no matter the journey... no matter the path I take... if my heart has any other destination... besides you.

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