#647-Silent

If reincarnated,

I’d like to be him.

Free.

Strutting around proud,

Dressed like Elvis,

Waiting to be chased.

But all I have,

Are these minutes.

So I’ll dream,

Wishing I was him,

When I’m me,

Mouth shut,

Quiet as a mouse,

Looking at my keyboard,

Swallowing the words,

Trying to escape,

In a noisy world,

That only rarely listens.