I saw you
a shadow part
of the crowd,
You’ve come again
to hear the words,
feel friendship,
something more,
Dying at the crossroad
yet fascinated,
that God’s spirit speaks.
Your crystal moment glimpse
is of living,
but this life scares,
so you embrace
freedoms
that generate chains.
“Let the dead bury the dead!”
You see...
almost,
but camouflage and dark glasses
are your world.