Sitting here alone my mind wanders,
I watch as the people coincide with my mind,
ever passing my vision,
over and over again.
Am I not to be noticed?
Laying here with you my mind lingers,
on thoughts that have passed through your eyes.
Your movements do echo in stoic rhythm,
over and over again.
Is there an end to this bliss?
Walking along by these shadows,
Not knowing what lurks within.
Curious to learn the unknown,
over and over again.
Will the darkness be brought to light?
Staring as you pass over,
leave us behind for the moon.
Soon enough you’re peaking,
over and over again.
Will we ever be left in the night?