Magnet?

I'm feeling like a grain of sand
Never given any thought
Constantly stepped upon by those passing by
Surrounded by those of whom I do not care
Always so close to what I really want
Watching from afar every day

And the only thing that outdoes it in beauty
Is the sheer irony of this whole situation
For in the desert
A puddle might seem like an ocean

If I did
What would she do?
If I did
What would he do?

Life is just a great irony

And now all I see is surrounded in red
Like the leaves of autumn

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