I look around and see them.
The others, not me.
What are they thinking behind those closed faces
Their eyes give me a peak into thatsecret realm,
But I am thrown out in confusion.
The masses surround me with their clamer
for attention! and quest for something else
Not the importance, pride or glamour
But they look at others for guidance
Instead of looking ito their own hearts
For more than a path, a guide to
Guide the poor seeker into the embrace
When you look through the eyes of a witness, nothing escapes your attention...