Sitting at home in the comfort of my bed
A storm of thoughts roaring inside my head

Of the many thoughts I have, most of them are known to me
There are things that now, have become second nature to me

You, on one hand, never leave the space you have occupied
Your presence is comforting, to your thoughts I am convincingly tied

Trapped as I am, in the web of my own thoughts
Your voice guides me and keeps me from getting lost

Will you be surprised when I share this with you
Believe it or not, my thoughts have always been about you