I am not a lost cause, a ragamuffin, nor am I a waste of your
good time.I am not the cause of your worries, certainly not
reason or ryhme.
What I am is timeless, voiceless, a bird hunting for worms
in the park.A single nameless particle, not unlike a shadow
that fades in the dark.
I am not the cause, I am not the effect, I am not the solution
you seek.I am not the pain that drives you insane, I am not
your reason to speak.
In short, who or what I am is never part of the game.
When you look to close, right through this ghost.
You’ll find I am simply a son of the same.