You appear in
This world
Like a seed

Taking in the
Experiences
Of the material
Body

Which you later
Have to present
To the world
As

I met a silver shadow man
Who stood upon a silver hill.
His face was set into a frown
And like a statue he was still.

He stood

Once a beautiful, fair complexion.
Now, faded by time and disease.
Time I cannot get back.
Appearances that will never be the

I can’t tell you about my world,

or who I am inside.

If perhaps you judge me,

the flight or fight decision

will come

We look to see
we hope to be
we cannot know
inside truly

We take a chance
and bump our heart
and always turn
back to the start

Those