Complacent; my life experiences are
anew, of all unfamiliar places
Faces are pretty; but pretty much
the same —recalling them more than
their person's name

Maddening; in a maiden voyage
tis an odyssey of this craze, writing about love
Though I'm always so far from it
As I wonder whose dreams I'm tip toeing
in their head, as a memory

Care for me; as I'd care to not overstep
myself, while I'm running on your mind
We're both blind,
blinded in love, blinded by love,
blinded by what we'd hope is love

still we haven't met;
just being two beings, connected by
dreams —trapped in each other's heads