Because this is how we are

We could stumble on rocks,
And cut across mountains.

We could have the ocean staring back at us,
And think only of the sun.

We could endure frustration,
And feel perfection.

We could be doing nothing,
And wouldn't trade it for anything.

We could hold hands,
And be scared for our hearts.

We should feel melancholy,
Because we gave it all away.