Lovely Strangers

We're both just a couple of lovely strangers, never knowing what to say.
Just a couple of lost souls, searching.
Maybe we could find some solace in each other, maybe that thingwe're both searching for is closer then it seems.
Those what ifs could be why nots in disguise, those glances could be more then the simple goodbyes.
I feel like I'm just sitting still, watching everything go by.
You look so distant, but so still.
Your just some lovely stranger that I just can't get out of my head. It sounds so odd I know.
'Cause your just a random someone, you shouldn't be so different from the rest, and yet I can't shake that feeling that somehow you are.
That if I let you, you could mean something to me. But I'm so scared to let you.
And when I see your eyes, you look scared too.
~A.M.

There was a long little line that I followed down the street, I followed it around the corner and to the left, another right I took and went straight for a time... and I can't remember wanting to follow it, or not wanting to... simply to follow it was where my feet took me, and I never looked behind me, or ahead... merely at my feet, where I traced the line with my shoes.

The line lasted for years, how many I forget. Then one day as I was following that long thin line, I stepped astray it's path, no other reason than because thats where my feet took me.
When I looked back, the line was gone. So I turned around and went home.

There was once a world in which I thought I was expected to fit. It took me a while, but I realized that I didn't want to be in that world full of the jocks, jack-asses, bitches, drug addicts, and drunks. That I stood with a long line that was chained hand in hand, full of the ex-preps, friendless, dorks, 'geeks', 'nerds', and the people who are cool just by nature.
The minority against the majority. Thats where I am... where are you again?