buried bullets

i’m hiding out no more
than ever before in my life
i have obscured myself
through exposure
begging to be discovered
wishing to be found

you hear these stories
about buried stars
treasure hidden
in the smallest of towns
you hear these stories
about dreams in good sleep
and we all know it’s rare
but we all think
we’re the special ones
at least i do

so i lie
in wait
and pretend
i don’t care
it’ll happen
when the time is right
all flowers etc
yet

i’m still trying to read my own map
the only one who’s cared to find me
is me
and yes that’s part of why i hide
if i want to be seen
it’ll take a lot of digging
and i am very tired