The devil follows me
He makes pacts with my shadow
I stand by helplessly,
I stay away
So he stays away from you
Have mercy,
For he does not
The rivers call,
but I stay dry
They renew, a reminder
of my old self
The waters rush by, caressing rocks,
carrying fish and fallen leaves,
and I watch the shadows
on the surface
A subject
Bound in desire
However composed
No matter how free
