Hide and Seek

All the days of our lives, we hide

We hide in our childhood, in the trees
And in the safety of our father's comforter
We hide, knowing that we will be found
Oh, the thrill of being found!

We hide in our age, in the many me's
And in hate-love we our sins' porter
We hide, hoping we would be found
Oh, the drumbeats when the heart is pound!

We hide in our selves, in those trees
And in our leaves than sacrifice much shorter
We hide, shamed not to be found
Oh, the paradox of that wind sound!

All the days of our lives, you seek

April 12, 2024
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