You walk in front
you can give
you look forward

he walks behind 
he only takes
he looks down

both need the wall
they are close to
it's what they share 

I like to follow the shadows
they always move
and return at the same time
they cannot be held 
but they don’t hurt 
they don’t change colors
stay the same
they obey

I live in enormous buildings
from where I am standing
and barely get out

I can roam around and forget
where I have been
and where I am going

I have hundreds of rooms to visit
and only one of them 
is the one outside

I know it as well
as all the other 
I just prefer 
my reading room 
inside

I live a grey life
even when it is colorful 

The streets are brightest
when it is quiet

like the early morning
when natures memory wakes you  

when your thoughts
wander free in light

just before the anticipation
is coming
of what you know 

Letters form words
words get meaning
meaning is obeyed
a wall is erected
with windows that reflect
nothing   

I am not sure if I can go to the left
or if I stand with my back
against the wall

I do know 
that I am standing 
still 

There is an emptiness 
between the window
and where the water drain

it is empty
because there's supposed to be 
something