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