I am like a residence in the most luxurious suite but without meaning,
Savouring the best ideas humanity can ever have but often disregarded
I live like a stranger in the palace of the Noble and homes of peasants.
Yet I draw strength from only a little who pass by
Can you hear me scream out for help?
Can you hear me listen to my echos for affirmation?
Or is my touch transparent enough to be noticed by you?
Or do I live no footprint in the hands of time?
Please can you write me now on the table of your heart
I am the one who comes in silence when you are all alone.
And I see you through troubled moments when you are all alone.
I live even after you are gone to tell your story to those who care
Do you know I matter and I can see the truth?
I am hidden but I keep records of your every occurrence.
I am a constant reminder of your subconscious mind
Please can you write my form so the world can understand.