The Absence of Thought

There are ups and downs

in being invisible

i can easily hide, run and not be found

i can watch, stare and not make people uncomfortable

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i can find nothing to confide in

have nothing to laugh with

i’m also eager for nothing

but watching and yearning

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in my cloak

i find nothing pining for me

no one looking for me

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only those who have forgotten me,

keep me company

hidden deep within my thoughts

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but, 

i can sing, quite terribly

and never be embarrassed

by other’s laughter

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i  can follow people and

not thought to be a stalker

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i can also weep quite bitterly

and never be heard

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i am nothing but a ghost

invisible to the world i 

seemingly inhabit

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nothing but a chilling wind

raising the hairs on old loved ones’

backs, arms and necks

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oh, don’t get me wrong though

being invisible is quite a joy

it just has it’s ups and downs

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