untitled song no.2

I am only here in a physical form,
my body, stuck here in this high backed chair.
Though, my mind wanders free of all reigns,
intertwining with your words,
painting pictures behind my eyes.
Your smile and a sun set,
a poarch or some lawn,
our fingers wound about each other's,
as this life time rolls off to an end.
The fire flies are glowing,
sun, nearly finished sinking.
The night comes on.
Bringing new adventures,
bringing a sunrise we'll stay to see.
I am only here in a physical form,
my body, stuck here in this high backed chair.
Though, my mind wanders free of all reigns,
intertwining with your words,
painting pictures behind my eyes.
This is anticipation.
This is summer.
This is so cliche.
This is anticipation.
This is summer.
This is so cliche but,
this is happiness.