Oct 01, 2006 09:51
The lines of people mesh and swell;
They want to live their dream today.
But I, I am content to dwell
Upon the thoughts no one can sway.
You walk, you wake, your rough-shod feet
Will never help you on you way.
And if by chance we two should meet,
Please do not talk to me today.
I dream of depths and of great heights.
I dream of yesterday's today.
And when I set you in my sights,
You cannot hope to walk away.
You stumble, stand, continue on,
You will not give yourself away.
But though you feel yourself forlorn,
Please do not talk to me today.