When we touch I think as if this was meant to be.
But then we both continue on, we turn, and then we flee.
You run to your metal maze and I run to the earth.
Maybe love like ours contains no apparent worth?

Though I long to be with you and never look behind,
I would not know how to think or how to act in kind.
The open world is not for you, nor lifeless beams for me.
Though heat rises, floods my face, its best to let it be.

Join with me our differing worlds and meld it into one.
What a fantasy that is – I know it can’t be done.

Why are we so different, please?
Just tell me so I know.
Though we could never hope to be,
I could never let you go.