I live my life
in the shadows,
the disconnected hours,
observing all I see.
I've learned to hide,
bide my time,
while time keeps passing all around me,
this set in
not today or yesterday,
but somewhere else along the way.
Eventually
that which protects us
defeats us in the end,
I become the naked dreamer
quaking
in the quad,
it all begins to strangle me.
Nature,
Open skies
open air,
this room
this mind
a suffocating refrain,
one wonders how it became this way.
I live my life in the shadows,
the invisible man for all to see,
take off my clothes,
shed my ego,
there is nothing left of me,
but this sacred breath,
these words that make no sense,
I'm the one that you don't see,
but I see you all around me.
I'm singing the Poet's lament,
the whispering voice,
you hear it in the shadows,
the figure passing by
out of the corner of your eye,
the one you can't quite grasp.
I live my life from the shadows,
the light is on the other side,
One of these days,
the dawn will call my name.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
I live my life
in the shadows,
the disconnected hours,
observing all I see.
I've learned to hide,
bide my time,
while time keeps passing all around me,
this set in
not today or yesterday,
but somewhere else along the way.
Eventually
that which protects us
defeats us in the end,
I become the naked dreamer
quaking
in the quad,
it all begins to strangle me.
Nature,
Open skies
open air,
this room
this mind
a suffocating refrain,
one wonders how it became this way.
I live my life in the shadows,
the invisible man for all to see,
take off my clothes,
shed my ego,
there is nothing left of me,
but this sacred breath,
these words that make no sense,
I'm the one that you don't see,
but I see you all around me.
I'm singing the Poet's lament,
the whispering voice,
you hear it in the shadows,
the figure passing by
out of the corner of your eye,
the one you can't quite grasp.
I live my life from the shadows,
the light is on the other side,
One of these days,
the dawn will call my name.
