you see
my heart has been doing backflips
and tightrope walks
for the last two weeks
but not for your pleasure
not for your applause
you see
i have finally met them
they are not blind
not yet
but they do not recognize me
when they look into my eyes
they do not understand
me
at all
and i can hear the breeze
humming softly
do not build there
my love
do not build there
even though
we know
i must