It seems so easy to just exist

Go under the radar

Don’t ruffle the feathers

Do the opposite of Do

 

What energy

To see something

And voice nothing

Be the air that brushes by

 

As long as I can move

I can Be

I can Have

I want to Try, at least

 

To then be seen

Is not quite like being heard

Stating something

By saying nothing is

 

But, I want to make a sound

To be a wonder

Turning heads become talking heads

And still, they don’t know

 

I must be Here

Laughed at, congratulated, skewed

Sans figure

And, they want to know

 

I want them to.

Even if they decide later

That they don’t

Want to.