Some people find it melancholic
To run after something they cannot reach
Like running to the horizon like a lunatic
Trying to reach the sun

An abundant number feel the same way
When a person passes by
In front of you, yet far away
Forever stuck in misery

Sometimes I see what others cannot
Her eyes so bright, her smile so wide
Fall in love, I must not
But in my heart, feelings reside

An uncertain future
Can invoke anxiety
But I know that it is better
Than to know the imminent ferocity

I know I can never be hers
And she, never mine
I can never satisfy this thirst
But hopefully, this stubborn heart shall forget