Why do I feel an amateur, a strife,
when this man is part of my surround?

Why do I act as if I am a blubbering fool,
and around him I am much abound?

Because I know I am a free flying bird,
and I do not live to wallow in this sedentary herd.

And I know that I am hauntingly strong,
but against him, I cannot be for long.

And I know that it is bad to be so obsessed,
with someone doomed to be so distressed.

And I know it is bad to want his presence near,
even though he does not have the ability to hear.

And I know it is bad to crave his love,
which he, at a moment's notice, can never give.

And I know it is bad to crave for him,
while he resides in a place that has never lived.

So then, why did I succumb to this temptation?
Tell me, why did I fall in love with a figment of my imagination?