I wish I was invisible.
I'd go out,
and wander the streets.
Perch on a wall,
and watch the world.
I'd meld with the rain,
and make indents into the snow,
"Ghost, phenomenon",
people would stare. But
I wouldn't be there.
I'd be gone, on an evening stroll.
Feeling the wind
wisp around me.
It knows I'm here,
and so does the rain,
Because I'm not.
I'm not see-through.
If I sit there,
and ponder my thoughts,
people would wonder,
a little, a lot.
And I would wish that I wasn't there,
that I was invisible.