I am Zac Lindsay

Some things never change.
I wish one was your hair.
It had distinctive colors,
And oh, how they could share,

Their beauty like a sunset,
That compliments the sea,
And if you ever find our boat,
Then float on back to me.

There’s something that I need to want.
I think it could be you.
I sense it every time we meet,
Yet it always feels new.

But am I really living?
If not, I’m better dead.
I’d rather keep our casket warm,
Than trespass in your head.