Always moving, always on in addressing the public

The “congrats” card I never sent
A watered bud that never bloomed
The ones that I kept at arm’s length
Not friends, just people that I knew

Always distant and mysterious
Always moving, always on

In passing, ever the charming one
But too afraid to stay too long

On the outskirts you are perfect
From the hilltop they won’t know
If you falter, no one’s the wiser
You stay flawless,

And alone.