Am I invisible? Am I intimidating? What am I?
Night after night, moment by moment, overlooked.
Why am I not approached by the many seekers?
Why do I stand here sipping my drink, always waiting?

Am I not muscular enough? Am I not sexy enough?
Am I too ethereal that I seem almost a dream, hard to attain?
Why is it I get the glances and then passed on by?
Is my wall so thick that you can�t climb over and get in?

Should I be the one that makes all the moves?
Should I overcome my own fears and just leap blindly?
Should I become the wolf in search for his prey?
Is that the only way I can ensure that I�ll be seen?

So across the dance floor I see you. Target sighted.
I take a deep breath and take the plunge into the unknown.