Where?

You asked me where I was going.
Where...
And when I planned on getting
there.  But I never ended up gone.

Sometimes when the flowers
are blooming and the spring is green
reflections in shop windows look alive.
Breathing they stare into your eyes.

Faceless in the glare of refracting sunlight,
there's not even a shadow to prove 
existance of the life in sight.
But, breathing they stare into your eyes.

Walking, they walk along side,
talking, lips soundless move.
Everything suggests the living.
And breathing they stare into your eyes.

You asked me where I was going,
How long I would be gone?
As if my absense would have meaning,
as if it would matter if I was gone.

And where was I going?
Past the shop windows?
To the flowers and the spring?
And when did I plan on getting there...

Never ending up anywhere.
Shot down in mid-flight,
faceless in the sunlight.
I never ended up gone.

You asked me where I was going.
Where...
You hide from the shadows.
Breathing I stare into your eyes.