Blink, blink
A fleeting glimpse
Peripheral vision going AWOL
All misleading me with illusion
Is she the one? Is she the one??
The age old games of singleton
Provide private jokes for the mind
Informing the senses of its dominance
'Your far to trusting' it says scathingly
The Empire fires the death star
And a peaceful planet is destroyed
I am glad my inside is on my inside
Not of course on the outside
Otherwise I'd be dead
My silly little idiosyncrasies
And pathetic lust, desire and fear
Make me far, far too human
So I dream that in some galaxy far, far away
I will find the love of my life
No longer chasing illusions of grandeur
Or dusting crops on tattooine
But alas, I am no Jedi
Ultimately the glitch of technology
Poor mans champagne and voyeurism
Leave a strange but comforting taste
While the me, in the third person
Pretends not to be looking for you know who
Thus, the world stays beautiful, hope endures
And my insides stay on the inside
Roaming the galaxy, slightly at odds with itself
Waiting to give myself to the one
Who can see through it all
