I'm up late,
thinking about you.
You run across my mind in the late
hours of the night.
I try chasing you, but
it's like you know the hiding spots inside my head.
You smile at me from behind the wise trees,
rooted on my brain.
I think I found you.
I spotted you.
You're right there. I can almost reach you, then
BOOM
I tripped on the tree roots.
Looking up, you're gone.
You're playing mind games,
in the late hours of the night.
Just like you always do.