There is more I can give
There is more I can create
from love and feelings, from knowledge and power
of magnificence and brilliance and
of outstanding proportion
There is so much more I can contribute
to the meaningless world,
for the normal yet otherwise oblivious population.
But I disappeared.
I was high on love, on senses, on dancing the tunes.
I ran a hundred mile chasing butterflies.
Alas! I didn’t know I ran solitary miles,
Along the way I became unseen, unheard.
Its a curse to feel what most ignore
Its a curse to see beauty in a mundane scene
Its a curse to hear music in silence.
Its such agony,
I would let go of the love, the senses, the rhythms,
If only it meant I could be seen and heard and embraced,
If only it meant I can belong with you.
I have so many stories I wish I could share,
with you, in front of a fire, sipping love and laughter,
with you who don’t even know I still exist.
Alas! I disappeared.
I disappeared.