You stirred but were hollow
And the moon that shaped your thoughts was revered
Your fingers were cold
But you prayed anyways
You shook them violently
Now they are shaped differently
Your mind slipped through your grasp like sand
Thoughts like smoke
A lantern said hello from afar
Stars guide us like our fathers
So shadows must be distant kin
You touched the dim lantern
Its silver locket cold beneath
Shapes moved near the edge
You moved towards them
Now you are shaped anew
Shaped
Wrong