with what I haven't said,
What they cannot hear
or will not see as love.
I live, like this, in many ways alone,
easing out my rope,
Unconscious of any
connection ...
Until I dream, and others join
as every decision I make
Is made for everyone,
And the pieces of separation
Fit to the puzzle
so clean and strong
It seems like every decision
is made for me ...
Yet I see, as the blinds start shining
that I am free.
