CLINGING TO SHADOWS
 

Clueless are the millions,
who KNOW all the things,
but don't know what to answer,
when their phone finally rings.

Clinging to shadows,
thinking all things matter so,
when it is all melted away,
clueless, and the last to know.

I hear them everyday,
they ask, "but, what do you mean"?
there are black holes in their worlds,
perhaps, it's there when they dream?

So many, so many confused,
i know why so clearly,
but I won't waste my precious time,
it is to what they cling so dearly.

Clueless, I'll allow them to remain,
no need to rattle the cages,
no need to wonder what they write,
on all their blank, white pages.

It is only for a time,
for I've seen it all before,
I know how it will end,
I have been through the door.

I need none to believe,
I need none to understand,
it makes me much stronger,
I can forever expand.

Clueless and clinging,
to hope and to shadows,
the doubt is always there,
it clouds as it slowly grows.

To the where and when,
of the story be told,
slowly the future reveals,
as the clues begin to unfold.
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
November 24, 2002