Light Chasing Shadows

Light Chasing Shadows How pompous These times of bait and catch As famished minds fan their dwindling flame Amidst urban collisions of spirit and heart As witness the controlled starvation of energy's appetite Leaving thinking landscapes raped and pillaged To later be exhumed... Yet A child's imagination holds desperate its wonder Sensing via eyes Ears Taste Smell And feel Their innately wired candles Desperately protecting the flames While their obvious needs experience exploitation The benefit of which Stretches Invades Smothers The very extension of their right Their entitlement And yes Their genius Without light there is no illumination Still With light Shadows are cast Imprinting what is What might be What a child dreams to be Light will always chase shadows But at some point There should always be the overhead moment When shadows cease to be When what is Just is That moment of singular and infinite identity What a price children pay for that opportunity