Invisible

You couldn’t see me,
Not now, and not forever
You’ll never see me
There lies a hidden cost
Of lust and love and all that is in between
Between luck and providence
Underneath the black and above the white lines
We are unbecoming to all of this
And a fear of never doing enough
Lingers through our bored veins
Playing as if a game
So a loss is no loss
A degenerative vice of our own will
To never know victory
To be ignorant of freedom
Hoping only in the fact that hope does not exist
And turning happiness
Into a figment of the world’s imagination,
You will never know who I am.