• white_pigeon_whims 35w

    All we ever see are silhouettes,
    They stand, about to leap,
    They take deep breaths.
    Dust scatters, as they are hesitant,
    I want to leap but I'm a pessimist,
    For none see the impending regret.

    All we ever see are silhouettes,
    And I too am one of them.
    We have glass walls for towers of shadows
    The sun is the same color tomorrow
    and it makes outlines of faces hard to forget.

    We are afraid to be judged as we are misfits,
    While we pretend to be veiled mystics.

    All we ever see are silhouettes,
    We break by the wind or a light touch,
    We're each other's dolls, afraid to be puppets,
    And no one knows what our real name is.

    But this time, I'll leap, I'll be an optimist.

    ©white.pigeon.whims