(klee-shay)n.

a short poem

On the rim of every shadow
there is a thin line of light
This is how I live my life
On the edge of being bright

I am married to uncertainty
I have procrastination as my friend
I take from left and give to right
The cycle never ends

My house is made of glass
and it's always raining stones
My creditors are hungry dogs
My possessions are made of bones