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Talent in Hiding

I saw a man sitting in a park

I watched as he strummed on his worn guitar

His fingers made magic and I stood spellbound

In all my life I had never heard such a beautiful sound

Never seen him before;why is he here

Maybe because of his uncanny fear......

Of the world

Like an artist with paper

But no brush

All silence can inspire

Is a sad hush

The world's greatest desire

Is to find the fire

Of a boy with a dream

A girl with passion

The ones who make something happen

Her feet found a rhythm so freeing

Her chin was raised high like a queens

But to who she performed remained unseen

She only looked to the starry heavens

Where is her purpose?Her reason..

Hiding away in my own world of silence

Hiding away without reason in prescence

I plead my so called innocence

I look down and pretend not to see

Everyone is watching me