To try and fit myself in never works. No need to act, no need to react. Step aside. Outside.  Not connecting to a reality that exists on the surface of every life. Seeing through a boundary that can't be charted. A boundary defined by every possible view. Pulling back my outstretched arm, through the place that leaves no trace. Looking beyond the invisible boundary, seeing hatred wear a smile, fairness measured by deceit, most is unrealized. Cross my arms on my chest to feel less cold. The wall comes into view. Where does it go when I see through it.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96