Thank you, Stranger, for your theraputic smile.
ch. 3
They converse.
Just within earshot, you eavesdrop.
Of course.
They're talking about where they're from.
He says he's just moved here.
She nods understandingly.
Says that's the reason she didn't recognize him.
This's been her hometown since she was born.
They smile at each other.
Seem to be doing that alot.
But it's good.
Now they're becoming interested.
Now you are.
Music is the subject hot on their lips.
Band names rolling off the tounge like it's another language.
And you're all but fluent.
But she is.
And he is.
Exchanging tastes.
Musically, this time.
You don't recognize many from his list.
But she does.
Eyes lighting up at the mention of a new name.
It says she knows some of them.
He sees.
She speaks now.
He's the one to nod.
Say he knows what she's talking about.
You don't.
Tune out a bit.
Out the window.
Dark.
But lighted.
The air is heavy.
Summer nights.
Summer love.
Summer lust.
Sparse congregations.
Lovers holding hands.
The same little girl from earlier.
Lollipop still balled in her fists.
Slightly smaller.
Smile.
Dashing along the sidewalk.
And you think,
Innocence.
It's so clear even in a fog.
Is this what life's about.
Not a question, a statement.
It's the answer.
Answer to your mind.
Answer to me.
It's something to think about.
Everything's something to think about, though.
Stop asking questions and just skip to the answers.
I want to see the truth before you (do).
Eyes grow lazy.
Lids slide over with thoughts.
Daydream.
Or is it nightdream.
Suddenly,
They shift in their seats.
Snap yourself back to consiousness.
Your head whips to them.
Not all that inconspicuous.
She barely catches your spying eye.
Smiles.
He's distracted, getting something from his pocket.
You smile as well.
Weak, but it's there.
Grown pallid with time.
Get out of your mind.
Back into reality.
Waves.
Pauses.
Exchanging of greetings.
Wordless.
Take a sip of lukewarm coffee.
Heave yourself off the laced iron chair.
Footsteps.
Toss it out on the way along.
They'll follow. You know.
Can't seem suspicious.
Walk slow.
Like a spy.
You are one tonight.
In your own mind.
But then again, everything is.
Is this it.
Just within earshot, you eavesdrop.
Of course.
They're talking about where they're from.
He says he's just moved here.
She nods understandingly.
Says that's the reason she didn't recognize him.
This's been her hometown since she was born.
They smile at each other.
Seem to be doing that alot.
But it's good.
Now they're becoming interested.
Now you are.
Music is the subject hot on their lips.
Band names rolling off the tounge like it's another language.
And you're all but fluent.
But she is.
And he is.
Exchanging tastes.
Musically, this time.
You don't recognize many from his list.
But she does.
Eyes lighting up at the mention of a new name.
It says she knows some of them.
He sees.
She speaks now.
He's the one to nod.
Say he knows what she's talking about.
You don't.
Tune out a bit.
Out the window.
Dark.
But lighted.
The air is heavy.
Summer nights.
Summer love.
Summer lust.
Sparse congregations.
Lovers holding hands.
The same little girl from earlier.
Lollipop still balled in her fists.
Slightly smaller.
Smile.
Dashing along the sidewalk.
And you think,
Innocence.
It's so clear even in a fog.
Is this what life's about.
Not a question, a statement.
It's the answer.
Answer to your mind.
Answer to me.
It's something to think about.
Everything's something to think about, though.
Stop asking questions and just skip to the answers.
I want to see the truth before you (do).
Eyes grow lazy.
Lids slide over with thoughts.
Daydream.
Or is it nightdream.
Suddenly,
They shift in their seats.
Snap yourself back to consiousness.
Your head whips to them.
Not all that inconspicuous.
She barely catches your spying eye.
Smiles.
He's distracted, getting something from his pocket.
You smile as well.
Weak, but it's there.
Grown pallid with time.
Get out of your mind.
Back into reality.
Waves.
Pauses.
Exchanging of greetings.
Wordless.
Take a sip of lukewarm coffee.
Heave yourself off the laced iron chair.
Footsteps.
Toss it out on the way along.
They'll follow. You know.
Can't seem suspicious.
Walk slow.
Like a spy.
You are one tonight.
In your own mind.
But then again, everything is.
Is this it.