Not to be seen, noticed among the crowded streets,
To walk a chosen road, dreaming, and not seen.
Just a little time to be left alone, on my own,
Not a sound I’ll make or attention I’ll create.
Invisible moments, there will be no picture or scene,
No description of a man, all around me will be.
At times not to be before these eyes anything,
Not an unwanted sound, nothing all around.
The soul needs moments of peace, a slower pace,
Escape from the fast pace of the human race.
Invisible moments, quiet times under a forgotten tree,
In an empty field of grass, I’m not known to be.