What it be like to sit there?

To sit there where you are would be like, an adventure into a wonderland of grace.
If you would only accompany me with retreat away from my seat.
Into the wild I would explore, this wonderlust of someone I can't ignore.
Making my way over to you in my mind a time or two.
It would all start off with a kind how do you do.
Then I'd slide right up next to you.
Hoping to be like my finger's across the keyboards keys.
It would be an ease and cool feel to accomplish this thrill.
Making what I know turn into what it's ment to be, that's true poetry.
All I can foresee for you and me is playing musical chairs, until I can get there next to you.

As if there'd be a parting of the sea, to show our divinity.
You reside where I need to be in the land of milk and honey.
I must say you look so sweet.
Only if you could be the mild side of lifes two extremes, that people tend to be.
The whole of human nature exist to trife.
On the other side of this existance we're set free from this prosuit to feel alive.

I know why I don't fulfull my desires to admire you closer.
It's all because I can't conqueror another's belief on how to life free.
Though I can be as friendly as a smiley face sundea,
I know your not looking to me to be your destiny.
I still can't seem to move my feet to get to that empty seat.