Man

First the sound of feet outside The clearing in hesitation run away & hide Man In a barrage of common place He will leave his lasting trace Through thoughts exposed in an opened door by willing to explore Sounds in silence thoughts exposed The new way exposed Through timeless chatter in a thoughtful jest A party of trampled midgets as on may negate Some may even call this hesitation fate In reluctance we can share a meal together no matter what the weather Gone our the days we once liked to frolic in a haze Instead today we are slowly drifting as in a mouse in its maze To pour oil on a cut to swell We live for self and hero's tell In morning curtains open to let in the sun We often run away from the fun Shadows torn in delicate matter Never once getting prepared to face the great here after?