Behind my eyes there are tears,
Of sadness, of joy,
Behind this mask there are fears,
of a tired broken boy,
Behind my hands are timidness,
fearing every move,
Behind this cage, a restlessness,
ripped with doubt that none can sooth,
Behind my feet are footprints,
from a past I left behind,
Behind this glaze are whispered hints,
of that past that still fills my mind,
Behind my mind are quiet words,
that clog each searching thought,
Behind my back, a thousand birds,
Lifting, to help me fly or die, I and they know naught,
Lingering in cool night air,
Will this be my life long obsession,
Will it be? Do I dare?
