Opposite Ends

I woke early with anxiety  
I kept thinking of an imaginary line  
One that traced a path from a dilapidated little bungalow  
To that beautiful apartment building that overlooks the park  
The one with the verandas and parquet floors  
Crammed with busy people that lead quiet lives  
My imaginary line went right on thru to your door
 
I doubt you think much of these things  
While I waste my time thinking  
Of imaginary red lines and maps  
The lines that lead from my lack of acceptance  
All the way to your avoidance and anger  
A long distance has been traveled  
Figuring out my way with bad memories and lines as a reference point  
To the final destination  
 
I would probably settle for a truce and remain satisfied with being an annoyance  
You are probably past that now  
My lack of insight always amazed you  
My maps were always off by miles  
I think we both know where I stand  
My broken little bungalow by the beach