The blur

 What you are doing is embarrassing in the most human way possible
You let a random almost irrelevant person affect your emotions
Someone you don´t even know and will never connect with
This person dominates your inner world

You obsess and torture yourself over and over
In a ridiculous imaginary sequence of events
Every ounce of misery at not getting what you want
Gives power to something that doesn´t exist in reality

Your mind has created the full soap opera and porn collection to boot
Over something that wasn´t on the table to begin with
Yet you let it rot and fester in the absurd heat of spring
Tension desire distraction for someone who is simply a blur

Your real life waits for you with pathetic big trunks and baggage
on the sidewalk hopeless waiting for a bus that´ll never come
the ghost of possibility intrigues your senses and dismays you
This is all so ridiculous, laughable humbling