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.