Staring into the fading sky
And just staring at the birds as they fly.
I wonder if she is looking at this sky too.
My thoughts are few,
When she is not on my mind.
It's like someone can control time
And change my dreams,
And make them more than they are supposed to seem.
They have become my reality.
They even have it's original creativity.
They make me wonder
Until my thoughts become louder than thunder,
And they pound in my head.
Even when I lay down in bed,
She still manages to overcome my mind.
How does she have the time?
I wonder how she does it.
How she even controls it a little bit.
In the end it leaves me wondering
And my thoughts still thundering.
Are you looking at the sky?
I know you are, that's why so am I.
