Introvert

Masking

Impartial flashes revealing sound,
Maybe some light as well.
But I cannot seem to recall,
The most important things.
I hear a tire screeching,
When asked a question.
I see the sun, when I am looked at.
Blinding and deafening me, every time.
No matter how many steps ahead, I may practice these vows.
I'm not one for practicality, now it's done and done to be.

  • Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2018 23:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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