Waiting for the worms to turn,
Waiting in shadows and in shades
Out of view but they are there
It is not so much the feeling but the shadow
They produce from within the shades.
Out of shape and unwanted but made
As if they have a concrete heart.
 
Ignore the light and consume the hate
Lurking in doorways, sniggering quietly
To themselves safe in their deception
Waiting at the end of the street
For the unsuspecting, the innocent
No good walking in the middle of the road
To avoid the attentions of the cruel mind.
 
Whatever happened to the sun, was it real
An accident deliberately enacted for free
Shadows of the mind creeping in on me.
Did I see a movement behind the door
What am I doing what am I waiting for
Will the darkness be lifted to my applaud
Smile at the shade, be the reason to live.
 
I am not going along in that direction
What is the point? I attack the shades
I disrupt the shadows with vim and vigour
I shine the light; It must look bigger
Cast out the alien hearted people
Cut out the hidden heavy emotion
Bring in the lighter soft satisfaction.