Am I in your mind like you're in mine?
Do I trip and stumble over thoughts in your head?
Am I standing in the middle of the room, looking for a sign?
Do I sink to my knees, touch your cheek as I cry?
Am I in a maze of my own creation, hand to my heart, not the wall?
Do you hear my voice in the quiet of three in morning?
Am I as lost in your mind, as you are in mine?
Or am I a whispered thought, hidden behind a closed door?
A forgotten question, a phrase of a foreign language once learnt,
A lyric only remembered when hummed by a stranger?
Am I on your mind? Or just out of mine?