My mind.

Sometimes my mind is overflowing,

an endless supply of thoughts.

Millions of words but never the right ones,

floating up to the surface above

When you tell me your day has been dreadful,

I know just how to make you forget

When you vent and you feel like the end of days,

I can make you smile without breaking a sweat

I know your clockwork's mechanics

and can tell apart each bit

I know what gets you up and running

and I know what makes you tick

There is no end to our conversations,

we could have a million more

We would still feel like where we started off

simply could not grow bored

It doesn't matter, that's what I say

when answering myself

the only lingering question

I would not dare ask