WalKinG, WatchIng, TurnIng Away.

ANd WHat caN i DO But Watch WhiLE he MaKes SucH a BliNd Mistake? NothIng. I caNNot Scream it AloUd- It WouLd FaLL onLy to DeaD Ears SilEnceD bY anImaLiStic InStinct. I DaNce ThiS naTiVe wAy- CalIche and SunSets of LightniNg and Dry BreRzEs, I WhIle aWay My HouRs FeEdinG my Soul throUgh thIS liGhT caLLed ExpreSSion. He WaTchEd aS i BliNdlY wEnt Forth inTo a DaYdrEam whIspeRed Wish, anD caUghT me WheN i FelL to knEES-BrokEn-HearT. CaN I do The SaMe WheN I'M alReaDy GoNE? So FrEE a SpiriT he LocKS awAy UndEr KeePing of PattErns coLored New. TrAde onE for AnothER, anD Be RecoVerEd. No. I dO Not AgrEE, I TurN awAy whiLe hE quOtes ThiS laTest SaVior-aNd-DistrAction caLLed Woman. I WilL neVer-ItteRate I wIlL onLy Be UndeR the Radar, anD watCh. My PeAce ShaTTereD by Things so UnknOWn DonE by CalLousEd Hands. My SaFeTy aNd SaBilIty WaLkEd ThrouGh, Mug iN hand. AnD herE i StaNd, WinD echOing, StrIppIng warmth FroM cRacKs in BricK waLL, MakIng a firSt Move to His EasE and SlidE doWn slOpe of PattErn RecogNitIon. (NoT thAt iT wiLL be Seen.) HerE i Glow. HeRe I GrOw. HerE I Flow.... anD on I walk. I CaNNot waTch, So AwAy I turN.