As One

I said that my hope was to one day, arrive as One.

The rhythm, electricity, and fusion... the ability to coincide...

This desire remains although the hope I feel is expiring.

For what I believed to exist has since been destroyed

So HERE I sit, picking up the pieces of my shattered dream 

The sun warms me as the tears stream down my face,

washing away, once and for all this fantasy of US.