shadow approaching
there’s no way
to get away
when the better part of the day
has gone ahead and been slayed
not by the means of the mean/but by the time and retreating sun rays
now all that remains
is a little corner with no shade
and although never wanting to be burned/ I’ve grown accustomed to what I’ve paved
and the memory of what once was/now quickly fades
so I stand where I stand/and for no reason/just…. wait….
