I find limits and borders everywhere I am
nobody realizes where I sit or stand
from here to there and back again
I am quite invisible
Invisible Sam
the figure I am set in deep disguise
yearns for a freedom like the skies
to stretch far and to stretch wide
away from the sneering, those leering eyes
as I work on, to make it through ahead
and make it worthwhile before I fall away---
that my life will have meaning and be well read
and the world will remember the things that I've said
as I sit and watch the world pass by
invisible to every other searching eye
away from it all I could stand up and fly
but instead I sit, invisible I
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