What Do You
Z Santos
After staring at the wall I dreamt you were in a car
I was sitting in the passenger seat, you were driving
It was the first time we had met
I finally had a vessel in much
To house the qualities I'd heard about you
What do you think of me?
I have had this dream before
Even when I am awake
You were never in a car
Your hair is blue the first time
Do I really want to fear?
The light that took a light from here
It's hard to want to see
What do you think of me?
