The Invisible Mime Poem by Mater Umbrarum

If existence is to be seen
I lay dormant in absence of one
Collapse me and twist me like a figurine
What you wish I'd be, I'll never become

For to be is to entice the observer
And to briefly hold that ever shifting gaze
To drag it away from the wonder and fervor
Of untold distractions that keep our minds in a maze

But I'm just an invisible mime
A simple puppet on a string
No matter how I dance and rhyme
Your attention flies away like a crow's wing

I contort my visage, with enthusiasm shove the air
For some reaction that is forever never met
It's the Fate and Fortune derived from a lack of care
That we've all fallen prey, once our minds were set

Set on walls, and masks, and barricades
That promise to relax, and keep us safe
Safest of all, from our mental escapades
To the bruising realities of thoughts that chafe

So how? How is this invisible mime to reach
What was carelessly thrown aside in the name of quiet?
What wildly insane expressions must I wield to breach
This impavid indifference, present even as you deny it?

Because I'm just an invisible mime, to be seen is to be
If your eyes are unfocused, and your mind away
Branches that bind us break like an old, fallen tree
And those strings that kept me moving, tear and fray