I feel like a mountain, undiscovered,
lost amongst a forbidding range,
its quiet sides rock-strewn and snow covered,
its anonymity unlikely to change.
No climbers seek out its cloud shrouded peak,
hidden beside greater visions,
there is nothing special of which to speak,
never to be map-made revisions.
It blocks no path or points the hiker’s way,
None even find it derisible,
For all the world I, can confidently say,
It is simply invisible.