Hider in the Darkness



He likes to hide there in the dark,
Just behind the closet door.
He can hear them in the room,
Footsteps on the wooden floor.

It's so beautiful, what they do.

He wonders what it would be like
If his life were more like theirs.

Wouldn't that be fine,
Just so fine?

"In your world, does it rain confetti?
Does it ever grow cold and dark?
I would give anything to be you."

He watches through a tiny hole.
Are they as happy as they seem,
Taking for granted all the things
About which he can only dream?

Isn't that the way it goes?

It seems so.