somewhere
caught
between the frays of reality and fantasy
I remain unknown
I remain unheard
I remain older than I truly am
a youth robbed from me
that I cannot take back
jokes beckon for my laughter
the winds
for my flight
and yet I can’t seem to retrieve
what has always been mine
some distant cry for attention
to be coddled by some childless soul
to be
known
to be
heard
isn’t that the intention of a lone heart?
isn’t that the need for any identity?
but still I lack some sort of criteria
I contain no answer for rising questions
or input for current situations
so
still
I remain caught
between reality and fantasy
struggling to be known
