Hello.

Let us solve the problem over coffee.

What is it with all these people who want something from me?
This is no place for a girl like me,
Surrounded by the nonpassionate.
The wall is full of graffiti yet no meaning at all.

So what will it take to hold down my thoughts that spill over the brim?
Something tells me we do not
Know who we are anymore than they do.

So will we continue the seemingly endless search?

Is it worth while?

There is a certain gleam in your bright eyes that reassures me
As I lay to sleep.
Suddenly my dreams are sweet
And you have somehow cured me.

Problem solved.