Shadows

I advert your gaze, and you walk right past me, and you pay no mind to me.  I think of insulting you, just to annoy you.  But then my mind wonders else where as I put my chapped lips to the silver metal facet of the water fountain.  My mind wanders all over the place, and I start to think; we are only shadows of our lives; we never truly are or will be.  We are lives' shadows,and we live for the now, but the now can always be a tomorrow.  And as I wipe my wet mouth on my sleeve, I think of how nice it would be if you and I had never met.