Sometimes I dream of being, not physically there, just words in the air
no eyes can then stare at this heart laid bare
see an image of me, I want to cut free, remove the view
get rid of the face you see, just be my thoughts true
Sometimes I long to be just words, written on a screen
to not be seen, my face feels unclean
my words release my inner voice, my heart so clear
not the pain that rears when people come near
Sometimes I want to be words on the wind, lose the unease
floating thoughts flowing free, into the breeze
where I can stay out of sight
let my words lift off and take flight
Sometimes I think of being words on a page
they can last an age, and never let the fears upstage
as I hide away from the light
in the dark caves of the mind
no eyes can then stare at this heart laid bare
see an image of me, I want to cut free, remove the view
get rid of the face you see, just be my thoughts true
Sometimes I long to be just words, written on a screen
to not be seen, my face feels unclean
my words release my inner voice, my heart so clear
not the pain that rears when people come near
Sometimes I want to be words on the wind, lose the unease
floating thoughts flowing free, into the breeze
where I can stay out of sight
let my words lift off and take flight
Sometimes I think of being words on a page
they can last an age, and never let the fears upstage
as I hide away from the light
in the dark caves of the mind
Thanks for reading.
Peace and Love
Kyle.
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