HAVE YOU BEEN TO BAHIA? YOU HAVEN'T? WELL LET'S GO!

Once you go to Bahia, you will never return...

A lot of luck we'll have
Good luck we have
Good luck we will have

SOAP BUBBLES

I came across some old writings which I interpreted into a poem, below

You stand right next to me, yet I just can't bring myself to say "Hi."
I guess I wonder what you see when you look at me
I wish I could see through you. you seeing through me
So I could know if there's a chance we could travel through eternity
It's happened so many times it's getting old
Someday when I'm on my deathbed, I don't want to think of how afraid I was
There's just something about a beautiful girl that's off-putting, nerve-wracking
What are my expectations?
I make up this fantasy world again, where down is up, and women approach men
I thought we had come far enough where it could be mutual
I go back into my hazy, dazy, dream-like reality where beautiful women choose short guys
It's an alternate, parallel universe and nothing I do could change it
I want to fall back down to Earth with you and my mind be still in tact
I create new soap-bubble universes
These voices in my head keep telling me that she could have any soul on this big blue marble
I make up a fake personality for you, fake name, fake hometown
My imagination runs wild at the slightest possibility of love
I imagine myself coming home to you after a long day
I think I'm playing twelve-dimensional chess, but only checkers is needed
Anything you say will sweep me off my feet
Filling the traditional roles of husband and wife
I have a propensity to fall in love with you
I automatically assume there's no chance in hell for me!
Look in my eyes and see through my soul, my essence
I wonder if this world is even real
I read about how scientists think that there may be parallel universes, like soap bubbles