Wolf Am I! (and Shadow)

It's the smell of hot summertime trash

It's the city noise of a busy street

It's a train derailed and a two car head on freeway crash

Each time we meet

"And if it comes as some sort of a surprise", she said

"That I seem so composed,

I've kept this moment closer to my eyes", she said,

"Than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose"

Shadow am I!

Shadow am I!

The question of a person, no said reply

Wolf am I!

and Shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by

Shadow am I!

Shadow am I!

or like a

wearing-black-socks-and-white-woolen-locks

Wolf am I, and shadow

she was grace and green as a stem,

but I walk heavy on delicate ground

...as I go showing off again

Self-impressed by how well I can put myself down!

And there I go again

To the next further removed level

Of that same exact feigned humility!

this for me goes on and on to the point of nausea

Shadow am I!

Like suspicion that's never confirmed

But it's never denied

Wolf am I,

no, "shadow" - I think - is better

as I'm not something as the absence of something

So SHADOW AM I!

the material world seems to me like a newspaper headline-

it explicitly demands your attention

and it may even contain some truth

and what's really going on here?

one day the water's gonna wash it away

and on that day, nothing clever to say.