Collection of the dark days

Everywhere

I enjoy hiding behind my hair 
Watching the world as it disregards me 
You learn more than you'd expect 
Just listening 
You get hurt more too 
Sounds are all around 
Even when you think there's silence 
Something's always happening 
Maybe not to you or I 
But somewhere, something is happening 
The thin line of life or death is being trodden 
By new feet, & old shoes 
Love is being discovered, & tested 
By both young & old, near & far, closed & open hearts 

So you see 
Everywhere, something is happening 
Maybe not to you, or I, but it is 
Everywhere