Im haging on to what I know.
Its a cup of chai that awakes me from my sleep.
Its your hand in mine that makes me want to dream.
Hours of looking at the end,
just trying to figure out just where to go.
Still knowing its not in my control.I wont worry about time,
because time isnt worried about me.
So make the most of what you got,
take it in, take the shot.
Dont ask me, ask your self,
what's that hanging on your shelf,
is it possibility?