The Tree’s last leaf falls
Does it reflect on Spring’s blooms;
Dreaming with eyes closed

Im glad that the Heart
Beats only on its accord
For my Mind, gave up

He sighs; chancing a look in the mirror
Eyes glaring back with unrestrained disdain
His heart rises, breaths accelerate
Offering his reflection only contempt
. . .
That wretched reflection only he sees

The cold needle pressed into my arm
Pushing song after song until I feel warm.
Laying there in my own personal comatose
Only feeling beat after beat as I overdose

Drowned out in my world of song
Fade deeper and deeper like nothings wrong
Between the headphones only I exist
Music my life support, my IV in my wrist

A good conversation is one never said
And the best place to go is in my own head

The more that I grow, the more that I find
With only myself can I have peace of mind

But sometimes I consider all that could be
If I found someone who was abstract like me

Passing by as we share the same thought
But as we are who we are, It is all for naught.

Have you heard of this new place.
A dreamers café, on deep sleep corner
Peaceful roast is my favorite taste,
Its like memories brew but a bit warmer

They've got personalized booths,
So we could choose the weather
And to tell you the truth
You’d choose rain, but I think sunny is better

But I’d love to chat in silence
While we enjoy the midnight rain
Because the magic is your presence
And I hope we could do this again