I walk through empty lanes
Ones that come alive
With images of you and me,
Together, pretty much in love,
I know now, that I was lost
A part of me probably still is..
But most of me,
Is whole and aware of the illusion that was..
Enjoying the view,
I walk by,
The image of you clear.
How I wish you were as real as your image was!
I know why I'm no Pygmalion..
My vision of a human,
Is nothing but that of a skeleton with a layer of flesh..
Real but unreal.
I sit down and try to define all that should be,
Never really knowing that all that could be,
Is always beyond the realm of imagination..