Unfocussed Care

I can feel the presence

the cumbrous existence of an unseen care.

I am not able to give it a form,

somewhere it lies there unfocused.

What we look in front of us

determines our current state of mind,

the many good faces of people

and the many faces of care.

Can I let this camouflaged safe keeping

be not known to others?

For the supervisions are outnumbered

by the many good faces passing by.