without being told there awaits a curiosity sought and often beguilingly bought in the very palm of your hand held tremblingly of bridges and roads and paths engraved of grooved hills and narrowly lined valleys of promises and preening predictions and lengths that improve longevity but what use of this fortune without the digits to grasp it?
i know that look! i know every word that is unspoken, that lies within that look. [why do so many share the same?] that little jump, that little crinkled brow, the little voice that inside echoes: ‘why are you this way?’ i know those words! i see every word before it is spoken, it lies within your mind and spills forth from confidence assured, [why do so many share the same?] that little quirky smile, that little tingling fear, the casual-sounding voice stammers: “you’re not like the others”
i know that very thought! i hear it before it is even formed, it lies within your questioning soul and struggles to come forth, [why do so many share the same?] that little contemplation, that little preoccupation, the little wonder that catches you by surprise: “why do you not belong?”
yes but none ever voice nor think nor see… that i cannot help, but be me.