Shadow

Early morning, or late last night the sky was cloudless, starless, barely light.

The earth was damp and dank and the noise was white and it felt right.

Sure now I recall that I was basically a wreck- uneven posture, idle, a crick in my neck

but I feel something these days it might be strength, we’ll see in time.

People say that they’re looking for friends but they’re already disappointed

and these thoughts transcend

I know because I’ve given up on people the way you’ve given up on me.

See the sky is cloudless, can’t remember now why I felt so bad before.

You can do your thing, this time it won’t sting, you can’t hurt me anymore.

I wasn’t afraid to lose myself I was so ashamed tongue-tied and weak.

What a fool I was, lying to myself so I could sleep.

Is there significance in a lifeless star?

Is that why they say to be “who you are?”

and who is that person when that person is out of reach?

And when you sell your soul you become a shadow.

Early morning, or late last night I was your shadow girl, but not tonight.

I left the shadow there, I’m regaining the rest of me.

See the sky is cloudless, can’t remember now why I felt so bad before.

You can do your thing, this time it won’t sting, you can’t hurt me anymore.

And when you sell your soul you become a shadow.