There are a lot of
Simple things to be said
Along
The deep conversations
In our heads

Wondering, contemplating
On and on and on
No one is going to be here
For so long

Reality is near by
So close
But never really there

Me, in full shape
Meaning every word I say
On and on and on
No one is going to live for so long

There are still many
Simple things
Waiting to be
Said