Formed as shadows,
Part unfinished,
Crawl around and complain,
Eager like children running around,
The world is not a place for the speech to unfold.
In the speech I offer myself,
Vac,
the pristine expression of being as such,
Not as me and you but both me and you.
The song I have cannot be sung,
As I am one with the song,
And when I come out the song is gone.+++(5)+++