My Silhouette

Who are you, the man I was,

The man who used to be,

A dance in shadow, lost in cause,

Under a fading memory

Who are you, the man who's here,

Who found a way to travel down,

A blurry face and figure there,

Changing days each passing round

Who are you, the man that will,

Take over from a hollow tip,

Take over in a silhouette,

A figure in the way until

Until I know not what or when,

A figure that the wind inhales,

Take deep inside all things and then,

Will know my story's all detail