The shadows of our lives
Cast on the walls
Whispers of passage
Unending echoes
Of our pointless drives
And vain egos
Lining the pockets
Of demagogues
And pretending
That anything goes
When the shadows
Dance on the sand
Fragile trails
Of days without end
They linger and twist
They bicker and turn,
And when the mist
Covers them all
The shadows are
The beginning
And the end
The ultimate bond
That ties us all
Into nothingness.

(Dec. 2018)