Bright and hot
Washing out the sky
In the alley
Where people die
And the Dream Factory makes
Stories that don’t really matter
Stories that deflect and desensitize
It reminds me
That I am a small being
Existing within
Something greater than myself
Sure, when opportunity knocked
I answered the door
But opportunity doesn’t always knock
Sometimes, I just leave the comfort of my own home
It lead to a window
Which would not open
And I could not see through
As much as I preferred
Being in the light
I returned to the darkness
Side-trips provide
Opportunities for insight and growth
Some windows allow the light in
But obscure its source
Not all doors can be opened
And it is unwise to walk through
Every door that does
I will be remembered
Not for the appearance I present
But for the shadow I cast
A neighbourly wave
To an oncoming car
For no other reason
Than to be friendly
To a stranger passing by