Look, if you will, into my emerald stained glass picture in motion-
Do they follow your expressions?
Your subtle gestures, or the part of your lips, tracking vibration?
Take a glance into the unknown as strangers do walking by on crowded city
Streets,
Saying hello as a consolation prize simply because they exist-
And hey, that's cool for a glance...

But I want to invite you to the big dance,
To take a chance and fill my void,
Because I want to connect with something in a mind where the lights are off
And nobody's home.

You see my greens... I see black and I don't care,
And I can't destroy what isn't there-
My heart is tired and my thoughts are scared when you kiss that void,
Creating embers that flare...

I crave to share in hopes that I'll find that similar mind
So we can work together,
Burning the midnight oil that sets my soul on fire.