If I tell you my thoughts
And it just got in your ears
While you had no interest at all
But I showed up in your dreams
Brought back those words to life
Fit them in a certain way
That they form an idea
Something sharp I could say
With which it could plough your brain
Seeding some thoughts along
Growing on you day by day
Then later I come to you
To reap those words I spew
I find a part of my self
Now I do not seek the harvest
I just want what’s left of me
Cradled in your dreams.