Hide and Seek

 Two children playing hide and seek.

They don’t know what they’re searching for.

So much to say they dare not speak,

dare not pass through an open door.

We don’t know what we’re searching for

and yet we know what we have found.

We’re passing up an open door,

determined to go round and round

and yet we know what we have found.

It’s obvious and yet we still

insist on going round and round

as if the searching were the thrill.

It’s obvious and yet we’re still

two children playing hide and seek

as if the searching were the thrill.

I’ve much to say but dare not speak.