Ghost.
The rain falls not on but through him. He steps on puddles but no ripples occur. He slips within the crowd unnoticed. Yet, when he is seen, their smiles turn to frowns, their eyes narrow and they turn away.
One, by one.
Stars hidden in the day by the sun.
Yet they don't come out during the night.
They shun away,
fear or fright
day and night.
Why isn't the arrow straight?
But do arrows need to be straight to be called arrows?
We give names to beings and symbols
and become so proud of ourselves
yet we know not why we name them.
Stand behind the yellow line,
what about those who are color-blind?
If east is west, and north is south,
how can we expect life to easy and rough?
Rumors come and go
Ships sink or move forward.
The tongue's the rudder to but one ship
It steers only one.
Yet it steers many.
