time again to test the fears
experience heeds way to instinct
stress overcomes the will to change
to become the solid being
failure again

the mold has been wrought
but the filling's not hot
not hot enough to merge into one

silent expressions gone unseen
lost in the haze
I can't cut through the muffling cloud
long distance shadows show evidence of sunlight
high noon is so far away

the short shadows being sought
much further than previously thought
multiple and far from being one

to try and walk inside the self
but that road to solution is not so easy
then try to take shelter from the pain
it's tearing the soul apart
there's nothing that can be done

I guess I'm getting used to the onslaught
nothing handy can be bought
only in time can I meld into one

written 9/3/98
©1998 Matt Henderson 4/21/76