Walk me in a path of shadows so
that no light will finding me wanting.
I just wanted to be in shade where
noting blossomed and I was ill of sight.

I linger beneath feet not wanting to walk
my own path, following others instead.
Not immersed in their worries as mine
are with out thoughtful consequence.

Stiches keep the night like a cloak over
the defacing of that essence, but it still
lingers punching pin ****** into the void
to see what is spreading in unseen sound.

Walk me in a path of shadows so
that no light will finding me wanting.
My thoughts are not in your sight,
but I will hesitate when I see your light.