I sometimes want to write things down. Things that are in my mind, my thoughts. Words that are on the tip of my tongue that I’ll never get to say. I’ve left so much unsaid. 

Walk with me. Let me taste the sweat from your brow while you read my mind. One track as it is, but it covers distance. 

I’d like to wrap you round my finger, not to own nor to keep. Possession is not in my thoughts, I want to wake you from your sleep. 

Still I’m stifled, like my hands are tied. Just wishful thinking I keep it on the inside.

Wind from my sails, heart from my chest, but there’s still a part of me that will outlive the rest. 

You got my mind.