I could pretend to be somebody else for a while
Lose my own problems in a sea of gray static
like bad TV.
I could walk amongst the crowds
not caring who I was
or who I would become
because I would be someone else.
I would have real friends
and drink tea with the neighbors
and chase kids off of my front porch when they got too noisy
after drinking old lemonade.
I would reach out and touch you
and you wouldn't pull back
instead you'd embrace my wanton desires
with desires of your own.
