live like

each day is marked by a mirror
to follow, in hopes of being followed
though not in the way transcendent
do stay still behind the glass
one simply longs for a shadow to look towards
the past few generations have had their chances
they looked at the sun and burned; they are blinded
we long for a guide—something to set up free
we make up gates, limits, clarities
living like nobodies
nothing ever will be’s