My name is peculiar and I hide in plain sight
Behaviors irregular, thoughts full of fright
Concealed with nothingness I do declare
That little concerns me but my cold blank stare.
I hide in plain sight.
Few would acknowledge this out of place modality
Yet even fewer would accept the beauty of reality
Pleasant notions press upon my mind
Of a denial of living I've long left behind.
I hide in plain sight.
I watch the crowd so easily blame the frailty
Of the human condition of their own false morality
They blame the future for the past's transgressions
In a logic I've discarded since my own adolescence.
I hide in plain sight.
Marching onward they trumpet their cause
Beating their drums and judging without pause
To challenge them is to draw out their repulsions
A set of reactions that amount to little but convulsions
I hide in plain sight.
I dream of a world ruled not by hate but by love
Without reliance upon the sanction of one above
A land in which the pursuit of truth prevails
And honest expression of discourse unveils, that
I hide in plain sight.