Shadow

Dreams come easily.
With open eyes,
With the incessant clutter and noise,
Through the hustle-bustle of routine life
Even when the mundane practice ensue...

And then you stop by
Frozen frames from moments ago enliven
Drawing me close
Closer to an ever inviting estrangement

I ask my self why
Rhetoric as it may be
But I know where the answers lie
... Beyond the reach of even my dreams

If only I were not afraid
To speak the truth, seek solace
Shut the dreams and for once, sleep.

But your shadow never leaves...