Feeling a little alone right now.
Missing you I am.
No smile on my face right now.
Just a little lonely spot in my eye.

A lonely spot lost in a misty cloud of you.

Lost in time.  Lost in distance.
Lost with a heart that can’t seem to set
the lonely spot free.

So what does this spot need to do to escape?

It starts to feel.  It starts to think.
It starts to change its shape, its element.
Then it grows till the eye is too small to hold it.

And gently floats down to freedom.