October 19th, 2018

In a quiet place
I always find
I let my thoughts
Outside my mind
So close
But no one sees
Up on a staircase
Where I can be free
Confined to my thoughts
Is no way to be living
Up on a rooftop
My pencil’s unforgiving
And sitting glass to glass
I found a place to hide
But the reflections see it all
And I still can’t decide
I’m hidden in plain sight
But I don’t want to be found
I’m just searching for the place
My imagination can’t be bound