Things are seen
But still ignored
We should know better
What we have to see and what not
Whispers are heard
But still unheard
We never know really
What is there to be repeated or not
Words lurk at the tip of the tongue
But they remain unsaid
We would never know the end
Of what could have been
Only that we never had
The guts to do anything
When we cannot muster the strength
To do the simplest of them