Chasing shadows that lead our way
The frail, the bruised who start anew
Running blind in their hearts
Lost ones fighting for what is true
You play the fool, the painful truth
Neither light nor dark, only in gray
Told through you, with flickering eyes
Am I somehow being unkind in this way?
The painful truth is told through you
Until the day we all fall into line
Do we run or do we stay and fight?
As shadows tell us we will be just fine
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 