Strolling down the pavement, nA twinkle in your stride. nI won't be the only one nTo be left behind should nnYou choose to leave. nYou'd walk out the door: lucid, tanned, healthy, real. nnYou've got a stranger's hand, nBut not a lover's eye. nYou've got to leave it falling all the time but nnNo love's lost. nYou could be the one who sleeps through all that's real. nnWalk away. nLate acolade, you could have been everything.