"I behold your eyes, eager, shy, confident, lost..." Beauty stares and I watch back. Beauty listens, and I (clumsily) pollute her air. She aims, I shot, the two of us in a bubble. Fish in a tank:
New and old, the passers by. No interruption, just the movement, five more minutes, three years past.
May be unfair 'cause I'm lost (in those eyes). So different, looking glass. So small, you?, so small I! Make me want it (learn again). I still long for two more seconds. Could be hours, undestand?. No one knows it, I don't get it, you presume it, nevermind.
Locks wide open. Shining heart, music's over. Peter Pan.