I'm a quiet guy most days, I enjoy being part of the shadows because it is only there that you find true light
The soul is a fickle thing,
never quite here and yet never gone
it stays beyond reach but is our very core.
a wisp of smoke a stone most solid.
it wavers and wanders it stays forever.
Long does it remain trapped and yet freely it does roam,
long upon the path down from home.
into the fading dark it does go
a twinkling light to show
as life does wane and grow.