I
A young man defines his brand of opulence.
So full and self assured,
He carries on without a thought to the world.

Sun to grass,
Shadows sun bears.
What thoughtless observation.

Not a shadow in the sun,
But the careless in the shade are far from overseen.

II

Your time is straight and plain.
There is nothing waiting on the other side.

All that remains is stringy and dry,
The pickings grown slim on your fat.

These shadows have shapely edges
And the sun doesnt care if you stare.