Standard of Living

2013

The distance of my shadows, 
is deep enough to die, or rest, 
or tell me who to follow. 
Reflection in the hallows
left bluffing wise, you knew best,
the soul is just too shallow.

If I left you there, should I stay?
Muddled hands, broken knees, 
if life was fair would you pray? 
In inches I stare, lost for days. 
The subtle plans spoke of peace, 
but unaware of cost's complaints.