Phone Books

I’m traveling far away
Where there are still phone books?
To look up names of strangers
Who don’t know me
But will like my looks
Maybe, I will go by ship
Wear a suit when I’m on deck
People will find me interesting
At least for a moment
Before the  ship wrecks
But, I am always  back before I leave
Traveling in full circles
At the speed of doubt
And sound of silent shouts
How far to new beginnings?
To first impressions
Without confessions
I miss the eyes of strangers
And traveling through old phone books
Far away from here
Far away from me