The
shadows in the light
They
watch every step you take
You
think they are the beggars
Sleeping
in the open lighted corridors
You
see it with your own eyes
The
mind says they are the destitutes
They
look for alms to stay alive
Dirty
clothing eyes of lost ambition
You
should step away and look
The
shadows may play acting on the shades
They
may have other business in their minds
You
will never know unless you keep an open mind
Once
I remembered a story up on a hill
A
dirty man acted like drunk and beg
He
would pick up throw away cigarette butts
Sleeping
on the corridor living in his world
When
he found what he wanted
He
came with his troop and to look around
He
was an Army Captain camouflaged as a drunk beggar
Some
people recognized him for months he was around
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