Hidden Daydreams

How am I to know?

My life of which is made up of,

Scenes just seen by those of whom

Who do not know my daydreams

 

I am not known.

By witnesses to every act,

Knowing what I do and say

But do not know my daydreams

 

I am not known.

When every act that ever shows,

Shows to only those

Who do not know my daydreams

 

I am not known.

By understanding every thought

Of everything I’ve ever seen

Compiled in my daydreams

 

In my daydreams.

All I see are those whose acts I see with ease,

But never see their daydreams

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