There is an emptiness in my abdomen, as if something is missing. Maybe if I focus hard enough, I can pretend it's a phantom sensation, a sensation of something that should be there, but isn't. It's almost a wonderful feeling, but is only a reminder of what lacks.

Things are good, I am on the right track, but what lacks gets to me, impatience gets to me, and what isn't gone far enough is only reminder. Fear of regression leans over me at all times, afraid of continuing, afraid of others, afraid of what I want or don't want. It all feels so embarrassing, an embarrassment others can see, indecisiveness manifest physical. I want to go further, but I don't know if I can, or if I'm meant to. I hate it sometimes, I hate my appearance, I hate the progress, but I love my appearance, I love the progress. The emptiness doesn't go away, and the sporadic good feelings that penetrate through the fog are a reminder to keep going. So I will.

Faster moments spent spread tales of change within the sound
Counting form through rhythm electric freedom
Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience
All to know and see the look in your eyes

Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene
New encounters spark a true fruition
Guiding lines we touch them, our bodies balance out the waves
As we accelerate our days to the look in your eyes

From the moment I reached out to hold, I felt a sound
And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds
And to know that tempo will continue
Lost in trance of dances as rhythm takes another turn
As is my want, I only reach to look in your eyes

Cha-cha-cha, cha-cha!
Cha-cha-cha, cha-cha!
Cha-cha-cha, cha-cha!
Cha-cha-cha!

Cha-cha-cha, cha-cha!
Cha-cha-cha, cha-cha!
Cha-cha-cha, cha-cha!
Cha-cha-cha, cha-cha!