I am a shadow of a thing, mewling many years, to find the here and now
I wept and passed the days, until I took this form. set within a mold I never thought to make, but the months did soldier on, one upon the next
until nothing of that me, could sense he had been born. though I surely am and always was, this thing I call myself

Delve, my dreamer into vast landscapes
and forswear yourself to never wake
a smile that laughs in dance and sings
one that wonders wildly at all things
you fly from frost when the world's cold
to catch changing paths as they unfold
leaves kept green, untamed, your wilds
I love your wisdom, my knowing child

There's nothing for them here, but years and hollow doubt
they've tied with lace and empty space, like ghosts to move about

I sold my eyes to the skies for a piece of the dress that they wore
the one that takes hold of the light and bends it to the hues I adore

I dreamt the monotony of life as a single moment
and I in my infancy knew of nothing but to retch

I see with my own eyes intensely, consumed and unaware.
though for brief moments I see with yours, and I stare