SHIPS AT NIGHT
She walks through city streets
With headphones blocking out the noise
Her thoughts are miles away
Wading through crowds as if they're ghosts
Driving along with no direction
Waiting for something like redemption
He sits behind a desk
His memories in drawers deep
The clock ticks loudly now
He counts the minutes till he's free
Stagnant in a place but full of longing
Searching for something worth the trouble
Ships at night
Blind to light
Lost in sight
They pass on monday morn
The coffeeshop where fate could intervene
At the same cashier
Their fingers brush but neither feels a thing
Traveling paths that almost touch now
Parallel lives that never quite cross.
Ships at night
Blind to light
Lost in sightmore