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I watch but you can't see me,
I listen and you can't hear me.
I wander the halls of reason,
Feeling very out of season.
In a room filled extremely crowded,
My thoughts are still enshrouded.
With ideas of fanciful flight,
Soaring on a starlit night.
Or maybe lavished as a royal,
In a life completely free of toil.
On the trails of a savage hunt,
The key actor in every stunt.
Dreams of the highly erotic,
Draw me in, quite hypnotic.
Ranging a world of suppositions,
Never make a personal admission.
I watch and you don’t know me,
I listen but you can’t phase me.