When you see it you can't unsee

Sometimes I hear them talking, in rooms that I pass by,

They see the world in colors I just can’t identify.

My questions linger softly, like ripples after rain—

Won’t they ever wonder, or break away from chains?

I’m just a quiet echo, in their hollow halls,

Hoping they can see me, beyond their stubborn walls.

I’m swimming upstream, where the silence runs deep,

A shadow in daylight, a song in their sleep.

Maybe I’m broken, or shining untried—

But I carry new visions beneath what I hide.

Against the current, I’ll be my own guide.

I watch them build their boundaries, stone by weary stone,

Too afraid of meaning unless it’s overgrown.

Still I keep on dreaming, of voices who believe—

That in every odd idea, there’s a truth to retrieve.

Longing for a whisper, just one soul to see—

That dancing in discomfort is where I can be free.

I’m swimming upstream, where the silence runs deep,

A shadow in daylight, a song in their sleep.

Maybe I’m broken, or shining untried—

But I carry new visions beneath what I hide.

Against the current, I’ll be my own guide.

If you hold your breath and listen as the river rolls,

You’ll hear a story turning, written by lost souls.

Brave enough to wander, restless to confide—

Changing all your patterns from the other side.

I’m swimming upstream, where the silence runs deep,

A shadow in daylight, a song in their sleep.

Maybe I’m broken, or shining untried—

But I carry new visions beneath what I hide.

Against the current, I’ll be my own guide.

One gentle revelation in the still of the night—

Shows the world in new colors, with tears and with light.

Against the current, let my truth be revived.