The only one, hidden in plain sight
Lost in the frame, blended in time
To think of me, the hardest task, to find
Lost in the waves, of life’s effectual haze.
I wandered for quite a while, trying to find what was lost
To discover that nothing was, but a certain someone
Risking your life, your heart, your mind; knowing that no one sees it all.
Who sees me? who really sees me?
The man at the gate or the boy who wants a play date?
Who knows me? Who really knows me?
Those with whom I relate? or those who hate?
The mystery of identity is that one has to discover
That you define you but not are defined by others.
The one we love does not really love us
The one we trust does not really trust us.
For the longest of times, I was lost in the mire
Searching for the spark that would bring light from the darkness
Reckless abandon, let yourself go
No one will know, you were never really known.