I didn't even notice the roses.
My attention was on the street,
trying to see the people that were seeing me.
Looking for a glimpse of an expression -
any indication of their impression.
                                              Does this please you?
                                           Do you like what you see?
Because even though our visions and perceptions
are the most misleading of the senses,
this world thrives on what catches the eyes
And images are the real thing.

So, what do you infer from my demeanor?
I've tried to project my best construction
of what I have decided is me for
your discriminating eyes.

Have I at least peaked your interest
as you were passing by?

I only live to be a charming aspect
of someone's blurred view
as they speed through life.