A Thing Just A Thing

things only seem to be what they are
when they try so hard to convince
they ask the help of light to cast some shadows
and if they can only speak they will say:

'you see, i am true
i am real, i am casting a shadow'
in my doubt, i touch a thing in you
there is nothing there but only a thing
and i tell you

'you are only a thing with a shadow
i haven't touched a heart'
and then i hear the silence
and then there was calm and quiet