open your eyes. and see what's really there. and there was a time when that was all you did. spent your days speechless or minimal yes/no and watching, just watching. it was a better way to be than now. noone minds the quiet ones. noone notices that they see everything, that they catch the magicman hiding the bunny up his sleeve. that they see the corrupted crooked fingers moving the puppets strings. easy to do. how you walked the blocks with your war face on. how you cushioned yourself with printed words and melodies to avoid eye contact, a quiet vagabond.