Comments about Jason Persilver
He ran to the end, just to find his shadow.
He ran so hard, but the goal left him hollow.
Now alone, he shivers with cold,
Can he go back to the days of old?
Must he move on to something else?
Or put his soul in a box upon the shelf?
Maybe someone will buy it,
Maybe they’ll see its worth,
Maybe it could be a gift,
And used to give hope.