The Invisible Man
He’s
not in here or over there.
It’s
clear he is not anywhere.
But
I heard steps and floorboards creak,
I
even thought I heard him speak.
What’s
that rising in the air?
What’s
that sitting on that chair?
What
just moved that drinking glass?
I
thought I felt a figure pass.
But
he’s not here or over there.
It’s
clear he is not anywhere.
You
know, too, don’t you agree?
He’s with us now, we just can’t see.
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