Living like a shadow shifting, eyes closed in the passing of another's light.
Pushing off the notion before it breathes, that what you are is excellent.
Caving to a swagger you think is better.
Heading towards the exit before the show begins is somehow better than an aisle seat.
Convincing to the world underneath.
When is the light that you are enough my friend?
Waking up, instead of tossing restlessly amid all that sacrificial spin.
Bowing in humble gusty servitude or absorbed in maniacal gesticulation.
Shadows waver and then slowly vanish.
Where are they once night falls?
Let your heart open, afraid as it is.
Rush in, beneath the windy spacious sky.
Are you waving at me? Are we shadows of each other?