Post by Grape on Sept 18, 2008 15:54:29 GMT -5
Who are you?
I am to be sitting next to you on the benches of New York City.
There are millions of people.
I am a stranger and I see you next to me.
Who are you?
What's your life like?
When do you do the things that you do?
Where do you live your life?
Why do you do it?
How do you do it?
All sub-conscious questions I silently ask you. Of course, consciously, I'm focusing on the hot model in the magazine I'm holding in front of my face.
Answer my questions for me. I am curious.
But I don't know you yet, so treat me sincerely and not too personal.
Only when I know you're a good man will I give myself over to you.
From,
Your every day stranger.
I am to be sitting next to you on the benches of New York City.
There are millions of people.
I am a stranger and I see you next to me.
Who are you?
What's your life like?
When do you do the things that you do?
Where do you live your life?
Why do you do it?
How do you do it?
All sub-conscious questions I silently ask you. Of course, consciously, I'm focusing on the hot model in the magazine I'm holding in front of my face.
Answer my questions for me. I am curious.
But I don't know you yet, so treat me sincerely and not too personal.
Only when I know you're a good man will I give myself over to you.
From,
Your every day stranger.
