Thoughts on Strangers

I see them,
         every day I see them.
Random people making prolonged eye contact.

They dream of
                   dedications,
                             aspirations,
                                       goals.

I look to them, breaking their grip of surreal expectations.
In distracting their dreams, for a brief moment they can accept or reject me, love me or hate me.

In that moment, I join their reality, with bias of first impressions.