I know I must forget you
Our spicy little passings
The hope, dancing on the surface with nervous energy
ripples across the water

It must end
A trail that leads nowhere
Off a cliff or into a pile of rocks
It only looks like it will lead you to your destination

The destination, a mirage
you see it, but your hand passes through
Again and again
Excitement leads to dissapointment
an endless circle, rolling across the hot pavement