Hiding

All the things we don’t become
because we thought eyes were watching
We felt our next move might lead to one’s downfall
We feared the worst might be the outcome;
angry faces or jeering audience the reaction
yes, the imaginary people in our head
so we left with all the inspiration we had
we left with all the lives we were meant to share the magic with

After the dust settles

When we aren’t chasing after the wind
or when our feet stop patting the ground so hard
when those around keep their distance because of the dust in their eyes
you are walking faster than them
but moving in the assumption that you have people around running with you ,
You keep pressing on
In your mind you have supporters
You started the race with them
so it’s only natural to believe they kept their promise to be there
but once your speed increases,
It’s hard to see through the dust created by your feet
soon it gets too much for you
so you decide to slow down
to your surprise you notice no one is around
You see they are all gone
After the dust settles