I’m so not here right now.

Can you see beyond the words,

to what’s going on beneath?

Have the stories all been told for you.

Is nothing more unique?

Checking off a list,

instead of checking what is there.

Are you so quick to judge,

you miss what is laid bare?

So sure that what’s before you,

can’t possibly reach within.

Judged from a singular.

Passed over by a whim.

Or can you see beyond the words.

Can you find yourself again.