Hard to know, always,

What looms in the mind of another.

We can be anywhere we want,

What if,

How would anyone know?

We go on,

We live our lives

Play our roles

In order to liken ourselves

To feel comfort in our plans.

Yet more often than not,

Isn’t there some kind of a pause,

That moment when we stop,

We live out our own concern.

Seems plausible to imagine

Feeling comfort with our own.

Every day we try to live

Inside the spectrum,

Showing confidence with each

Moment of recognition in our lives.

It’s inside we throw up red flags

Always conscious of our reveal.