White shoes in the middle of the room,
Waiting,
White shoes marked with use,
Waiting.

Nothing stays the same,
all is change
and though it seems strange
it is so.
And time
compressed into a moment
drops out of sight
like a waterfall.
Fades,
daylight into night.
Endings can be beginnings,
redoings, remakings
as life offers its mad encores.
The same songs over and over.
At the end we are all
waving goodbye and
leaving for the dark side,
the blind side,
the lost side, or
just leaving, no more