I pass nameless faces,
Arms folded, walking blind
No plan.

With the sun to my back,
the outline of my shadow
drags along.

Soulless and cold
I envy this figure’s life,
Wanting so much to feel the same.

As I search for a sign,
I look to the light for when to cross.
My shadow reaches half way
And again, how envious I am of this creature,
of how close it is to the other side.

How close it is to you.