I don't want to be anything. Other than what I am. Which isn't much, let's be honest. Make the most of every second. In front of my house. Is someone I barely know. But have long ignored. In a dream. At the same corner with the same smile. And then we meet. The people who never speak. A language we can recognise. The words that come out of their mouths so singly. And sing so blissfully pure. Than even our own heart's beat.