I pass by ghosts on the street
The fantasies that I’ve created in my mind
The strangers who I’ve built up to be a part of my life
My imagination has gotten so big
That it seeps over into reality
I change my walking path
Hoping to cross you again
But I never do
Because I don’t know you
And you don’t know me
You’re just an illusion
A distant memory
That I hang on to
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