soul mates

It's sunday again, sunday AGAIN.  I am not a huge fan of sundays, I think it was such a horrible day growing up as a kid, back to school, back to gymnastics, back to being yelled at, back to being in a school I hated, back to living in a house that was not my home with all the other gymnasts, back to the grind, back to being depressed...sundays are amazing now compared to what they were back in the day, but still, my blood, my cells, my core is still recovering and the gloom and clouds that appear on this very sunday is not helping lift the mood...oh well, I am used to this...oh, funny, but I am going to go talk to the dead today too, how crazy am I :)  I wonder if anyone is going to answer my questions from up there...

Do soul mates exist?
Will I know with just one kiss?
Will I be able to ever resist,
My soul mate,  my soul mate...
And your soul I want to explore, your soul I don't want to ignore,
It's your soul I wish I could buy an extra in a store,
My soul mate, my soul mate...
Is a mate is a companion, a friend to walk side by side
Someone who gets all of me on the inside?
My mate I wish to see off for the day, and then see come home to play
My soul mate, my soul mate...
Should we walk on the sand, should we talk hand in hand,
Should we whisper our secrets and lie side by side letting the time drift by...?
I will know it's you when I feel there's nothing left to do,
But get to know all, all of you.
I wonder if you will see, the connection and spirit in me
Or will you run to others looking to be free of me?
I wish for the world to be on my plate,
And see all the lights from every state...
But with you, I could reside in just one place,
And not have to move, would just have to relate...
Do I love the idea more than the man?
Maybe that's why I can always withstand
The ups and the downs of every man
Because the idea of the other is grander than all others...
Imagination is fun, I can create all my desires
I can live in a world with passion and fires
I can lie to myself and pretend I have it all
I can pretend to give you kisses and calls...
I wonder if dreams can ever become real
If I lie enough to myself, would they become true?
Nothin really matters, but everything is always at stake,
Tick tick tick tick, hurry up and run fast to me ,
My soul mate, my soul mate...

~Jenn