Man of little substance.
Don’t stand next to me.
Tall in stature,
lacking in depth.
Whisper not to me.
Speak quick and loud;
then move along,
so your memory,
might pass on,
once and for all.
Thin man,
put your limbs in motion,
carry yourself away from here.
Keep moving.
Wander past.
Don’t dwell here.
You’re not welcome.
Thin man,
I’ve grown tired of you.
Man of no substance.
Find somewhere else to live.
You have to leave.
Don’t be still.
Thin man,
I still see you there.
You can’t hide,
under the moon,
beside the shadowed clouds.
You can’t make still,
your restless form,
it gives you away.
Thin man,
I’ve told you before.
Why won’t you say goodbye,
for the last time?
I’ve spoken my last words to you.
There’s nothing more to say.
Run fast you’re free.
Don’t bother me,
thin man.