it is in the solitude
of being surrounded by people
who do not know me
that i find my head
decides to break free
of its constricting shell
afraid to share thoughts
always believed to be untrue,
a misguidance of hope
drawn by the trepidation of fear
it is an integral part of my mind
the part that decides
how long i will travel down
this twisted, beaten path
meant for lovers and tread now
by you and me
once traveling hand in hand
now destined to walk with
a solid distance between us
that expands and contracts
growing and disappearing
but never knowing which is right—
we pretend we do.
we play a game where we
hide our thoughts until the
solitude of being surrounded by people
you do not know
allows your mind to think the thoughts that
used to be untrue
and now remain a balancing act
between dream and reality.