The quiet let alone

The quiet thing

For intuitive to remember

Is that when you look out

Through that window of yours

No one else sees a house

No one else sees you

The outside world will only see

What they think you can be

To them

So this

Whatever song you’re listening right now to try and feel

Is solely within you my friend

And the outside world

In all of its turning and grinding and creaking growing

Will not yield

Your house is home

Yes

But no one else gets to see what you do in it

So stop expecting them to know

Let alone see

Let alone