Passerby, please do not pass me by.
I cannot hear your words nor follow.
Your eyes cannot guide your liptalk,
They flashing too fast for your lips
Fluttering like newly butterfly wings
Just drunk with a marigold’s spring.
And the way your arms go up in air,
Your lips have little say in the dance.
Passerby please do not pass me by,
Drunk on new freedom from sense.