Hidden Depth
Along the paths I walk alone,
In the darkness I’m on my own,
There is no sound as I pass,
everything is a world of glass.
We live apart from all of them,
we are leaves on a different stem.
There is a knowing in our faces
that they just can’t understand,
they aren’t able to trace us
even when we’re walking on the land.
But land is heavy, land ties us down,
the air is freer, with our feet off the ground,
the water is a comfort, it buoys us up,
wherever we go, we are never stuck.
For we can hear the voices from everything around,
because we are silent, we hear every sound,
our eyes observe the world from a different point of view,
if you stop for a minute, you can do it too.
Still, there is that look in our eyes
that you still cannot accept,
they are deep, the hill is steep,
you are way out of your depth.
