Shadow on the Ground

Follow me, follow follow the day ahead my arrested physique. My arms outward like an eagle's spread it's winged mystique. Floating flapping free the wind it cannot feel my mind still cannot find. The distance traveling miles that do not heal like scars on close-knit roads left far behind. Treadmarks dusty tires and rusty crank my shadow smells the wear-and-tear. Alone perplexed past the watchful rank and file skeleton's prisoned shadow in the air. When I walk on by the annexed wing my shadow stares, oblivious, which doesn't mean a thing. I bid the quiet night sleep tight the shadow on the ground a-light.