What if, just what if, we just lost our reservations? We just lost all control. We said fuck it here is everything before you and me. Dance like no one is watching but you and me. Love like we’ve never had our hearts destroyed to crumble. Make lovelier there were no consequences. Travel like if we stopped we would loose our legs and never be able to move again, and once we’ve stopped know that’s it’s the spot we were meant to be in. I want that dream today, but control is calling me right now. One day in the future reservations will be lost, control will be dealt with excitement, the unknowing, living like bird in the wind, we will glow like the reflection of the moon in the lake late at night, and nothing will matter except for what’s who’s by your side.