It is five twenty three When my world stopped. I was walking on that corridor While you were waiting at the corner Your eyes fixed on something I didn't know Yet when you hear these footsteps You began to meet my eye My heart was beating wildly on and on and on. I was too terrified, Terrified to let those gazes go I was calm on the outside But too weak that I might be dead in the inside Why I was this so connected to you? I know you I know your name I know where you lived I know your favorite color I know how those little eyes shines when you smile But no We haven't talked before And we didn't do until now.
As you continue looking at my scared big eyes I started to turn away And regret all the stupid things I made From the moment I sat next to you on that public vehicle Until now that you are there, There that I don't know where.
I regret being a stranger to you from the beginning till the end.
That's all I am to you: A stranger you are sitting next to, Seeing on the hallway, Giving promoting cards to, And an audience from the crowd.