Can’t breathe, breathless, awake
eyes focused on a blurred vision
I reach out and touch the wind
as it combs my listless hair
This is a problem, you know
a major problem, an incident of reason
Feel strangled, oppressed, dead
life… life is dead, asleep
“Yes” comes around once in a lifetime
“No” all the time
Went to church today, was late, of course
couldn’t think about things, concentrate
What is it that you want to know exactly?
Where I’m from? What I do? Who I am?
Forget it, man, you’ll never know my soul
I can hear you watching me
And you know what?
You’re not even really looking
I mean, sure, you can see, but can you?
Problem? You look through instead of at
thus, people like me are transparent, nonexistent, translucent…
INVISIBLE