Hide and Seek
What is left when I am gone?
What is here, when I’m no more?
No more of what I used to be,
no more of what you see?
Am I less or am I more?
Tell me,
look at me and tell me,
what feels less and what seems more?
I need to know.
I walk beside you,
I walk alone.
I need to know.
Am I less or am I more?
We play a game of hide and seek
when we are small and as we grow.
We hide to seek.
We seek to hide behind so many doors.
Who dwells behind those many roles?
A wall so thick and strong,
I cannot see You anymore.
So many stories.
You are no less.
You are no more.
I seek to reach you.
You are my own.
No, I am not here to teach you.
Your own river takes you home.
I seek to reach you,
you are my own.
