Charmed Life

We select books by their titles, Almost as if we were going To have to eat them, later on; I don't think I'd like Subway Armageddon; Explosions always hurt my teeth, And the seasoning is too metallic. We select dates As if we were going to have to marry them, On down the line; too fat, too nerdy; Too many apron strings on that one; I don't need any more high maintenance romance- Always interested in what's in it for us. But we still live in the land of memories, Where memories live in our blood like a lotus. The lotus never says, too muddy, too icky; Or, the view doesn't compensate for the fact That I'm to be stuck here, in this one place, forever; Because growing is more of a biology thing, than anything else. If we were quarks instead of subway riders, We would all want to be Charmed; None of us would want to consider ourselves Strange, And we would hope Up or Down wasn't a one-way ticket. On the unpredictable subway-ride of life, first impressions are everything; We will accept nothing less than perceived perfection.