this one's for you
for walking into the thick of the forest
and building yourself a shed
the woods are understanding
know what it is like to be crowded
and you insist you are not lost
only that you do not want to be found
but the secret trail you've left
although hidden and inaccessible
tells otherwise somehow

this one's for you
the self-made architect and carpenter
your stained glass windows
reflect your religion
you have made gods
out of beauty and kindness
but the followers stand outside
unable to profess their devotion
you have neglected to notice
you've built your walls too high

this one's for you
for being the world champion
in forever hide-and-seek
they say it is impossible
to ever count to infinity
but you have no fault in this
for seeing no end
people say you are childish
but it seems impossible not to relive
a childhood stolen away

this one's for you
the self-proclaimed unloveable
feel the sun kiss your skin
and the moon keep you company
you have not seen your joy
from a third-person's point of view
and you have concluded
that beauty is an omnipresence
if it truly is everywhere
why cannot you see it in you?