Ads, colors, flavorless luxuries diffuse across the bridge of thought.
A complexity between the lifelessness and reality strikes every time.
People upon people cross about the road, impassable now to you,
Let alone cars.
Traffic jams of merciless boredom strangles the once intrigued thought process.
Then, as obvious as a red dress at a wedding,
With blue eyes, brown hair, and a complexion like the sun,
She falls into view.
Years down the road are pivoting on this one moment,
Teeter-tottering back and forth creaking quietly, balancing carefully,
Until you decide to stay in wonder of what could have been years from now.
1/13/2003
