Stranger

You make me different
you make me think;
we're crossing a line
where our minds sync.

I can feel your rhythm
your every beat.
I'm churning while my
old thoughts retreat.

There is no focus
no blue skies or green grass,
just a lost boat in the ocean
with a broken mast.

I want to hear more,
just a little bite.
Don't run away because
I'll put up a fight.

This ending is unclear
and there's no telling what's next
but I'm sure it will end
with a large complex.