It has been here all along
A thread, waiting to be touched
A door always opened
Yet never entered
I passed through it so many times
Blind, mute and with a chattering mind
The veil, I am able to get off
Once in a while
This is it, I have it all
The hurdle, the cure
The magic, the sure
Certain is my uncertainty
Uncertain of my sanity
I put a see saw under my feet
I get some snacks and take a seat
Then comes in the veil
Sometimes stumble, with a gait
Caressing fingers coming for me
Oh look! Its just me
The strength, the love, some basic things
I have always been capable of all of this
