If we will be what we could be
Do not say, that you are not my chosen way
I glide to you with ‘might have beens’
Stuck under my tongue in sweet-agony
We will do what we could do
Do not say that dreaming is not proper
I have been lost in heights
Of mortal climbs hid in subjectivity
If I could my own truth pervert
It would be to know you my friend
For a while longer, for a while deeper
If we will be what we could be
All summer long, I would woo you with
The blithe flattery of laughing light good-byes
That are but fair and tender, but the listening
Of the lonesome day that flew away
When you left my city lonely again.
Wuji Seshat 