How great it would be,
To walk up to you maybe say a line or two,
But the person you meet wouldn't be me,
Because that is something I would never do,
So here is my paradox of existence,
The way I live my life means I don't take the chances,
Unrelenting torture of my minds persistence,
Tends to ruin any of my potential romances,
So maybe I'll look from a afar,
Imagine a life and our love as a roaring fire,
You becoming someone new, as I imagine you are,
A perfect object of my desire,
So you could never match my imagined version,
You are no longer the you I know,
But these are idled perversions,
My minds loneliness creating itself a show,
I would like to say hello,
Maybe I could make you laugh or stay,
But I figure its best for me to go,
Our imagined life together drifts away.