People walking by,

He catches in his eyes,

But fails to capture one of them.

They are idyllic roams,

Acidic tomes,

That he fails to own,

And yet they're bright inside his thoughts,

Untethered to the grind,

Until he tries to truly find

All the scenes behind

A ship-shape grime

In fruitless vines,

And fruitless vines.

So he just flirts with yellow lines,

A sample of his time

Travels inside a sculpted lie,

No complications.

The evidence is sly

In stories by and by,

No, Darwin cannot lose his form.

It is this plotted land,

With the man-made man,

Four legs to stand,

And now his nemesis walks by,

A skirt with slender thighs

And a glance that shows no interest,

He sets his rookie course,

Forgets before,

Stands up and smiles

Too long a while.

Just so the scale is parallel,

Her feelings never quell,

For she's precariously entwined,

And liking never truly can rely

On evolving past octopi

Unless gestures were made in a disguise,

No complications.

Just so the scale is parallel,

Her feelings never quell,

For she's precariously entwined,

And liking never truly can rely

On evolving to signify

Cryptic gestures were made in a disguise

With complications.