Shadows

Orange-tinted rays float through the air
As the sun shines through clouds,
Who hopelessly try to defend the ground below.

The world shuffles down below;
Steps are taken,
Liquid guzzled,
Bags are packed,
Pedals are pressed,
and people merge on strange concrete.
Strangers as they speed past one another,
Friends as they wait to cross.

All sharing darkness cast next to them,
Moving and crossing with the strangers
While they make their temporary friends.

But.
For some reason.
I don’t have one.