The souls I meet

I wonder sometimes

If the souls I meet

Ever think of me?

It doesn’t have to be in a grand way, no

But do they think of me

When they hear a certain beat

Am I too loud or too quiet?

Do I feel in tune or completely out of sync?

Does the air feel like a hint of me?

Is it filled with vanilla or rain?

Does a warm breeze or storm wind

Prompt you to think of me

Sometimes I wonder

and wonder sometimes