Out among the stars, there is
Room to breathe the non-existent air,
But here, I always seem to be
Trapped in one crowd or another,
Whether I belong to it or not.

When my mind wanders, I consider
Escape, but I never really know
Where I would escape to.

But maybe there only need be
Something to escape from.

One day, I may find
The key to unlock this door,
And then I can run all night
And see where I am when the sun rises.

Perhaps if I run fast enough,
The air will catch me,
And I will fly, ever upward,
To touch the clouds,
And strike out for the stars
And the endless space they occupy.

But that might give me away,
And people might see
The real me, beyond
What they perceive to be
The soul behind my eyes.

If I am quiet, no one
Will hear me, and
If I hide away, no one
Can see how small I am.

But part of me still hopes
That someone will find me.

Perhaps someone has.

12/18/2001

Posted on 12/19/2001
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