by chach
1998

There's a magic to being invisible  
it allows you so much space,
you can roam around quite freely
and jet from place to place.

When people don't even see you
you are able to take a look
into their deeds and actions
and read them like a book.

The air, it moves within you the
sun shines through you with delight,
your person undetected
just like the cover of night.

But just like every other thing 
it has both good and bad,
invisible can make you happy
and it can also make you sad.

Happy when the soft breeze comes 
and you feel your soul fly
but sad when you shed a tear 
and no one sees you cry.

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