Maybe it was my imagination
Or maybe it was a dream of sorts
Setting my mind’s discontents
Somewhere deep in the back alleys
Of my consciousness
I saw her standing there,
In the sunlight, on the sand, by the sea
Her eyes shimmering like waves crashing
Maybe it was fact,
But I was lost, in a moment of admiration
Maybe I spoke to fast
Or the day went by, but I couldn’t get myself to do it
Or in slight, I was suppressed
My own folly for certain
I couldn’t make that leap
I was lost, understand
What is a poor man to do
Or maybe still,
It would have just been my imagination
Playing my guilty pleasures
And leaving me alone, like this.