A hint of being In the crowd, there's no seeing Strange posture, blend and bend Into backgrounds, perfectly mend Yet within this subtle guise A soul that's keen and wise Eyes that see through the noise Finding peace, avoiding poise Silent steps on the street A heart that's quick to beat When kindness is to be shown Or solitude feels like home In the art of disappearing, There's a freedom in not fearing To be unseen, but still to be, A shadow, yet truly free. The art of being, yet not to be seen, A whisper of presence.