waiting up for already casted shadows.

17 years down the drain and all i've learned are the do's and don'ts of what may or may not work if you play the hand you're unfairly dealt right. right from wrong are etched in to my mind from being scrawled across chalkboards and all i've found that i'm good at are the gray areas left for perception by passerby. i'd like to be a passerby who gets to walk away from this when the clock strikes midnight. i'd like to be a lot of things but this chalkline on a sidewalk certainly isn't one of them.