Hundred

How, I can't recall, but I'm staring at what once was the wall separating east from west, and now they meet amidst the broad daylight. So this is where you are, and this is where I am: somewhere between unsure and a hundred.

It's hard, I must confess. I'm banking on the rest to clear away, cause we have spoken everything short of I love you. You're right where you are, from right where I am: somewhere between unsure and a hundred.

And who's to say it's wrong? Who's to say that it's not right where we should be for now?

So this is where you are,
and this is where I am.
So this is where you are,
and this is where I've been:
somewhere between unsure and a hundred.


[the fray]