She asked me if the mushrooms made me think of her

So I tell her;

I think of you on the train

The one that runs between sleep and awake

I stare out the foggy windows and wonder.

I think of you as I’m switching lanes

Making that hazy merge back into consciousness.

I tell myself that no matter what we did,

it would only ruin it.

But somewhere deep down

I do wonder what we would have found

If time coincided with feelings and feelings were spoken true

It’ll always be a question mark

What would have happen between me and you.