Unsure, Unheard, Unseen
Unsure, Unheard, Unseen
On the tip of a leaf.
Looking out at the world.
With wind blowing
And the world swirling
On an open stage
Before a crowd that’s all the rage
I shout and scream
and they hear nothing.
On a field with my men
their lives on my shoulders
I stand firm
Inside, i squirm
- R(A) -