Can you find me?
Dancing from line to line
curious eyes search to find
The answer to their owner’s
numerous yet mild dilemmas
A talent that sports a curious case
as if it may have gone to waste
A horse and bird, she’ll oddly find
are actually there to help her mind
She reads some more and comes to see
the thing she was looking for was me
Hidden between the lines of poets
laughing at those who just don’t know it
They look and look but cannot imagine
I am waiting right there, hoping to be fathomed
For only free minds can find me
but the more they analyze the less they see
I am not tailored nor straight
and I’d hate to be in a moulded shape
So being confined in a closed mind
is not a fate I would rush to find
And so, I happily stay hidden
with only a few who my location
But those few who do find me,
also find the respect of many.