Lets play clay

So, in this game of who is waiting for who? we never meet
i will always be chasing my own tale or tail?
is this a game of heads or tails?
but there is no 1 tale, the tale is being written..
i want to meet in the Real.
Tell me, can we?

i'm tired of chasing.. maybe i just cannot wait anymore..
i have been running my life and waiting for so long.
i wonder what you were running away from.
i get afraid when it is real.
I want to feel that which words cannot express.
i cannot read my own text. i do not have the key.

Maybe life is a game. Maybe I never played it before
always wary of what will happen never going there knowing
that at the end there will be someone with me.
. at the end of the fall that is not the ultimate death
but a different kind of death that can be paced and make you feel alive.

To enjoy just a bit, a taste of life that i feel vaporating
through my body each time i see you.
You touch me with words and I can only imagine how
it feels like in the real.
I never thought I will be coming to someone.
Now I know I will always come back to you.

I can never give up on love.
This is my taste in life. This is when I feel alive.
I won't let you give up too.
You are afraid I can see it in your eyes.
So, lets take turns being afraid and waiting for one
another for the rest of our lives. Lets cut through the chase. Lets be.