I see you some times,
You go about your every day,
We're strangers, that's all there is,
Yet for my amusement, you could say,
I live in the illusion I understand people,
I try to read you, in your actions,
In your manners, in the way you dress,
Some where I am also being judgmental,
Which is wrong, but I won't tell you,
So with this bad habit I,
See you go about your every day,
Think of how you might be,
Who you might be,
Someone's daughter or son,
A sibling, a friend,
This whole life of yours I do not know of,
And I dream of what it might be,
You become a fantasy,
You, my stranger never really noticed me,
May be I am losing my sanity.