by Allen Ng

She walks through my world.
I see her introspecting the space around her
And yet she sees none of it.

Walking down the street
I see my dreams
Walking past my eyes.

I see nothing through the night.
The stars come down and fly around
To keep me lonely.

Walking down the street
I watch my dreams
Tearing out my eyes.

Summer is in bloom, the flowers are dying.
As I shake from the shiver
And still think that I'm warm.

Walking down the street
I want the dreams
That aren't really mine.

Maybe one day I'll just keep walking.