What do you want with imperfect shadows?
Why do you cry
when imperfect shadows die?
Why do you fight with imperfect shadows?
The only time I won
was when I looked in the mirror
and knew I was one,
an imperfect shadow.
An imperfect shadow sang in the night
and kissed me as a friend,
the beginning of the arc
and the terrible end,
an imperfect shadow
and an imperfect friend.
Why do you listen to imperfect shadows?
Why do you believe
the philosophy which will leave?
Do you smile with me
at the imperfect shadows?
Will you know at last the perfect story
is yours and your glory?