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.