a shadow and a ghost

waking at the blush of dawn

pulling on my pants

waiting for direction

to begin my human dance

tic tac toe

a one and a two

mental music running in my head

i'm shuffling my blue suede shoe

ready for a ball room

jumping over the spinning top

head long into apocalypse

and a final sudden stop

there's nothing to prepare for

like falling into war

with a disassembled crowd

standing on a soap box yelling at a cloud

with gray walls of confusing mist,

a shadow and a ghost

looking for opportunity 

or a visible signpost:

but there's no park bench without a rusty nail;

no free river running with a nearby nature trail,

calling names out for a chance to play;

the game close but slipping away.

there's fewer willing to speak or stay

when the rain hurts the skin,

and fewer able to win.

so, it's time to dress

while there's still time to guess,

and it's anybody's guess:

a shadow and a ghost

looking for opportunity 

or a visible signpost.

tic tac toe,

pick a number

to sit in the front row

at the greatest show.

a shadow and ghost

are both heading for the coast.

a one and a two,

mental music running in my head,

i'm shuffling my blue suede shoe.