bike path by knickerbocker

Springfield OR

Description

I was just walking and listening to music, and you ran past me. You were you and I was I; and an iron mask separated us from each other. I guess it's just the same: we don't know each other and it doesn't matter. I saw you, wanted you, but we said nothing, and just passed each other by. This is the plague world I live in, now: the nearest to anyone I ever seem to get. I'm always lonely, now. I always want someone. I always see people in the distance, but nothing ever comes from it. There's too much distance in between. And I never know how to bridge the divide. All I can do is see. And that means very little.