shadows

i stand behind,

i like when stalwarts pass by me,

they take the crowd with;

don't even run the rudeness by me.

i drop my head, staring at my nails;

fidgeting away; feverish for a reason,

i look to the left, as a flock of winners sail;

i look to the right, a flurry of them rail.

i stand aside, as they bulldoze forward,

look into their eyes, the shades hide the mess;

i look away; they pretend to have the strength,

they move forward falsely, i stroll back.

i sit on a concrete quadrangle around me,

they buzz around. oh! the commotion;

they cruise forward, one after the other;

until theres just the echo, quadrangle and me.

it grows like a shadow, the feeling on me;

and i look to the coin, it never flips on me;

heads a smile, tail a couple, move on with many;

for no race, no shadows, no speed stays forward on.

in shadows, i retreat with disinterest as it seems,

in shadows, i settle when i see them poignant;

in shadows i lie, not an explanation or for words;

in shadows, i see the brightness.. plain blind.

i stand behind,

i like watching them go one by one,

a circle it dishes out, i stand still, usual, no word

i stand behind, as i watch the shadows just grow and grow.