Building Dreams From Strangers' Smiles

We seemed to have some sort of connection,
I don't know.
Let's just take it easy and then we will see what grows.
There were 20 feet between us when you looked into my head.
It was like a miracle.
This is what you said:

You said I can see a thousand miles
of tarmac stretching out,
no, not one thousand, right to the horizon.
We exchanged glances and each had nothing to say.
There was solid air between us
and then we both drove away.

I try to be creative,
put some words onto a page,
but my brain has built defences,
put my mind into a cage.
Sitting here devising among the paper and the glue,
I start to think of words,
it just reminded me of you.

Driving off was such a wrench,
but in my mind it's beautiful when we finally meet again.
To be so off, so full of you
if only for a moment, it'll do, it'll do.

And if you are a genius I'll read your poetry,
but if you're not I'll become bored of it eventually.
What I've got to offer is nothing.
I'm afraid I'm a literary no-one,
not for someone of my age.

You could be a genius
or you could be a fool,
you could be an 'ologist
or you could be in school,
it doesn't matter any way, the past is all but past
except for in my memory and it probably won't even last in there

That day when I saw you driving past me in your car,
it was all about the moment 'cause I don't know who you are.
I looked at you and you smiled back and something flowed between;
building dreams from strangers' smiles is really quite obscene.