If you ask me what is wrong
I won't know what to say
If you ask what I want,
I will still meet you with silence.
Not completely present,
Not entirely here;
There is form
But it is flat,
The definition hidden.
All immaterial,
As a shadow.
This isn't living
It's a shadow life
And yet, like the shadow
I know the definition is still there
All those certainties
All the distinction,
Everything is still present, only
Hidden.
Something must cast the shadow, and
Light must illuminate it.
And then,
I wonder.
I wonder if the walls of glass surrounding me
Appear so clear, because there
Never were such walls penning me in;
There is no way out,
Because the prison does not exist.
I wonder,
If, when looking at my shadow,
I forget
The light that's shining, and
Who's doing the
Looking.
