Shadows On The Concrete

In this place of shade
the wind dances
around like a whimsical parade.
So many chances
to take one step and be covered in light
but so much holds me in reserve.
One day I just might
figure out if that's really what I deserve,
but for today
i'll cast aside my unsteady goals
ad put on delay my ascent from the haven of trolls.
There is good and bad in everything
even in direct light
always watched for any little thing
and in your eyes might shine much too bright