Over stepping
why are we afraid
of the eyes of passer bys
we may reflect ourselves
I'm tired of the taboo
of feeling something
I'm not supposed to in you
anxiety breaks bridges of experience
of true feeling we're never
told about
there's no doubt
we bury our treasure deep
inside
we weep for attention
yet receive with apprehension
trusting illusion over intuition
confusion over realization
becoming beggars on the path to peace
we distract ourselves with waiting
over stepping simple bliss release