all your wishes, hopes and dreams, the only thing i wish for, the hole that needs to be filled, the space that's empty, the piece to the puzzle, the one thing i wish for, the one thing, and i have a slight variation on it, not hte exactness, gray, gray, not black not white, not here nor there, but everywhere, hither, thither, slither away to offer apples to naked women and men, it's not how you see it on tv, watch it in movies, hear it in songs, or read in books, it's more real life, it's real, and true, and honest, and maybe not so pure, but it exists, there's validity to it, proof, if you will, evidence of it's being, i have it, but i don't, and by not holding birds in the hand, the birds in the bush, well, are worth nine stitches, it is the absence which defines it's presence, it is without that allows knowing of with, that i still do