With you, I wanna.

I wanna cook breakfast with you.

I wanna do none of the things on the list of to dos.

With you, I wanna go on a holiday.

Paris, Hong Kong, Venice I don’t care,

 Somewhere far away.

Or a resort under an orange sky,

While we count birds that fly by,

There’ll be too many, but we can try.

I wanna feel good with you.

View the world through Greece,

Feel peace.

Swim into the navy blue ocean,

Or float on the Dead Sea- you and me.

Letting waves lead our motion.

Look up to the stars,

Or the bars at a long distance.

The world is ours.

Our existence will be consistent with this traveling.

We’ll leave our footprints in the sand,

Take my hand,

No plans.