Girl With the Golden Eyes

The one in the back of the room sets the tone for the picture Two red heels clip-clopping the tile And that's when I saw her She was twisting her hair round and round on her left index finger I'm no match for such an instinctual figure The girl with the golden eyes It's a long endless hallway and every door holds her attention For behind every one there's another Who eyes her ascension And that moment remembers a story beyond comprehension She's a plothole, a foil, she's an end of beginnings The girl with the golden eyes I sit waiting, awash in the juxtaposition of conflicts She's still searching, but I've found my purpose And everyone knows it She's above all afflicted with thinking she hears their perception She sees through the desperate pleas of the addict The girl with the golden eyes Oh, don't you wish that you were near her Don't you wish you could see that sensation of clarity Don't you see? Your sincerity It reeks of prosperity She favors transparency over empty coherency I'd die waiting for her if it guaranteed awe everlasting Two satellites destined for enduring paths of contrasting She walks past and she sits all alone and I know it's her nature For my instinct opposes and tells me to chase her The girl with the golden eyes Oh, don't you think you could go near her Don't you wish you could see past the visage of apathy I'm afraid that intrusion would Pierce the illusion and make some allusion to my hopeless delusion It's just not meant to be if I want to preserve this perfection It's not worth it to hope for a possible hint of affection For the lack thereof still is some kind of perverted connection To the victim of pages of prose and projection The girl with the golden eyes