Wolf Am I! (And Shadow)

It's the smell of hot summertime trash
It's the city noise of a busy street
It's a train derailed and two car head on freeway crash
Each time we meet
And if it comes as some sort of surprise
She said
That I seem so composed
I've kept this moment closer to my eyes
She said
Than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose

Shadow am I!
A question of a person, no said reply
Wolf am I!
And shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by
Shadow am I, or like a
Wearing-black-socks-and-white-woolen-locks
Wolf am I, and shadow

She was grace and green as a stem
But I walk heavy on delicate ground

As I go showing off again, self impressed by how well I can put myself down!
And then go again, to the next further removed level
Of that same exact feigned humility!

This for me goes on and on to the point of nausea

Shadow am I!
Like suspicion that's never confirmed
But it's never denied
Wolf am I!

No, shadow I think is better
As I'm not so much something as the absence of something

So shadow am I!
The material world seems to me like a newspaper headline-
It explicitly demands your attention
And it may even contain some truth
And what's really going on here?

One day the water's gonna wash it away
And on that day, nothing clever to say