Maybe I'm a little naive. Maybe I expect too much of life.
Maybe I don't know how it really works.
Maybe my head's been in the clouds too long.
Maybe I've read one too many John Muir quotes.
Maybe I've watched one too many Meg Ryan movies.
Maybe I believe Jesus came so we could live life to its fullest.
Maybe I'll find desert on the other side of this mountain.
Maybe I've tried to capture and collect snow flakes.
Maybe I've chased after the wind all these years.
Maybe I'll have my heart shattered to pieces.
Maybe I'll add more scars to my collection.
Maybe I'll be disappointed yet again.
Maybe this is all complete nonsense.
Maybe that's all true, but...
I've spent too much time on auto-pilot.
I've spent too much time playing it safe.
I've spent too much time being mediocre.
I've spent too much time longing and wanting.
I've spent too much time worrying and stressing out.
I've spent too much time watching other people live life.
I've spent too much time wondering what it'd be like to live mine.
I've spent too much time caring about what other people think.
I've spent too much time living someone else's dream for me.
I've spent too much time looking back instead of forward.
I've spent too much time looking down instead of up.
I've spent too much time believing I'm not worth it.
I've spent too much time believing I can't do it.
I've spent too much time protecting myself.
I've spent too much time.
You'll forgive me, then, while I act the fool and believe that my dreams are within reach, that love can be everything I hoped it could be, that life is an adventure waiting for us to throw ourselves into headfirst and without reservation, that "the world is ours if we would only let it be."
Maybe I'm a fool, but...
Maybe I'm not.
