As I walk down a dim light path
Street lights shine on me
As if I'm the main star
In some slap stick comedy
about my own life.

The streets are filled with laughter
But is it laughter?
Perhaps I'm crazy...
Perhaps it's just the crickets
Chanting their song
As I pass by with a solemn step

I hear the drum roll of anticipation
As if the world were just waiting
For my next misstep
But then again
It could just be a skateboard
Rolling underneath an adolescent
Whose mind could not comprehend mine

Gravel crunches under my feet
Like the sound of someone
Taking an icepick to my skull
Trying to scrape out the inside
Of my fractured yet insightful mind.

But as I walk around in the dark
Hoping not to trip on an unexpected twig
I contemplate the rationale
Of my self absorbed thoughts

Because why in the world
Would nature care about me
And why would the lights of a street
Want to shine a light on my life

Unless it was to cast a shadow...