It’s so cliché to say I’m like a needle in a hay stack
Step in front of the group and shine or just fall back fade out of the picturing like I’m
Disappearing
My ears take in the sound but my minds not hearing I guess it’s because I’m in my own world Way out in space I can stare deep into your eyes but I ain’t seeing your
Face
I see deeper pass your exterior to your mind pass your mind to your heart and pass your heart to your soul it’s not vice versa because my mind is a black
Hole
See I take in everything from past to future ambitions to apathy fears & pain but similar to a black hole what you see from the outside isn’t the
Same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem