My shoes are beginning to feel unfamiliar,
my gloves seem foreign
my skin, like a hollow shell
or a shadow,
Lord I pray for it to be a shadow.
I want to know myself like kant said we
cannot, like a thing in itself.
And I am trying to find what
is casting my shadow,
but this velvet darkness is suffocating
and the LCD moon scarcely illuminates it.
Discovery is all either or's now,
position or speed,
charge or direction,
soul or life.
I have to be more,
than a daydream of the universe,
my only wish is that my spirit could be
clear and distinct
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