a little poem for the road

streets are getting narrow
everywhere i walk
im followed by a shadow
it's not eager to talk

i turn and say "hello
how pleasant that you're here"
it stops and wants to leave
it doesnt show its fear

i say "hey mr. shadow
please, don't be afraid
just tell me so i know
how and why you're made"

his eyes wont even budge
they're fixated on me
his look just wants to stay
his body wants to flee

and in the end he talks
a melody is playing
its scales are not like ours
i don't know what he's saying

my body starts to fly
my feet don't touch the ground
intoxicated by
this new frequence of sound

i guess im not the loser
im not the odd man out
i've realised it now
and i just need to
shout
out
loud

m.s.