I travel through your mind, into your dreams, down your spine.
I listen as you talk in your dreams.
I feel those nervous chills run their course through your bones.
I taste your tongue sour from your breath and parched from lack of liquid.
I smell your cologne and that familar smell, that is just you, makes me want you more and more, attached at the hip, never letting go.
I see in your mind, through your eyes, like you see through mine.
Traveler, you are.
Voyager I may be.
Traveling the length of your mind for all eternity.
That all depends on what you see in me. |
