I don’t believe you.

Shadows are but ghosts.
But you are a soul.
And I know how the sun
Drives people like us away.

That does not make you a nobody.

I know you bloom in the night
But that does not mean
That you are gone at the sight of the sun.

What do you love?
Who do you love?
Why are you here?

Why waste your time
Talking to a drunkard
Without a home?

Why waste your time
With a *******
Who will die alone?