Ends of the earth in formless

Come and find me
where I am true and honest

nothing other than what I want to be

completely unlike the plastered faces

silent smiles that others find

the rigid roles we are all forced to play

I leave you hints

bit by bit

I want you to know where to find me

unspoken but you know eyes

and the things mine can say

I know this is false

that people only see the projections in others they want

that there is no one looking for me

as I run farther down winding hallways

a maze of vines and rivers following me

I do not know my way out

I want you to find me

I want you to care

I am here when you are ready