In shadow dreams
No color of skin, nor mien
Walk around consuming, tasteless eatings;
Void of feelings
Yet hanker for the ‘greater things’
When nothing’s really what it seems
Pretentious luxuries the world fiends.
A pariah born by no mother, searching for a purpose, a reason
Wanders in the shadows of the unseen
Lost amongst the developing chaos of masked entities.
A heart – that’s a clock run backwards; beating – to the end’s beginning
To recapture a child’s bliss and arrant freedom.