Walking under street lamps
Light to his inner broil
Abscence of work is toil
No direction
He doubts each breath he takes
Shadows shrink and get bent
The dance of discontent
Passion nowhere
City fox strikes a path
In the past friendships led
For the people he bled
No plans for self
Too much on another
Owl, wolf, tree still mortal
Death a one-way portal
His own waiting
Crescent moon rests obscured
His faith on shifting ground
Still located around
Relationships
Like the lamps and the moon
He must find his own light
An inner hunger bright
Yet still borrowed
Who generates passion?
What star shines on and on?
Love when the heat is gone
Live for each other
