Here Here!

Ya See, Sir, 'cause I'm not from here,
Or maybe I live here,
Or exist here,
Do you hear?

I walk these streets, but they don't know my name,
A face in the crowd, yet not the same.
I breathe this air, but it's not my sky,
I hear your words, but do you hear my cry?

You see, Sir, I'm a story untold,
A book unread, yet growing old.
I'm the silence in the noise,
The caution in your poise.

I'm the question you never ask,
The face behind the mask.
I'm the dream you can't recall,
The writing on the wall.

Do you hear, Sir, do you really hear?
Or are you lost in your own sphere?
For I'm not just from here or there,
I'm the voice that floats in the air.

So next time you walk these streets, Sir,
Remember, we all exist here.
And if you listen, you might hear
The stories of those who are near.

— Moe Louanjli