Of all the things I wish the most, I see them in your smile. If you could only hear the words inside my head, then you would be reassured of the constant urgency in my touch. Always holding back of course, in fear that your eyes would be cast away. Always waiting, always wondering, always dancing along to my own little song and standing upright in the rain. Just twirling and twirling as the stars span around me engolfing every wish and every dream of the millions of voices whispering quietly into the night, thinking maybe tonight I will be the only one heard.