Call me whatever you wish
But don't call me Ishmael
For that is the name of another
Who has been overlooked

Like a Shade I move
From place to place
As the need arises
For my wandering ways

I'm neither made of magic
Nor of mystery
If one just looks
At the overlooked

My voice comes little
As a whisper on the wind
Hallowing to be heard
But overlooked once again

Shadowed in silence
Moving throughout the world
Are Shades like me
Waiting to be heard

Yet I'm a Shade
Waiting to be seen
Wandering place to place
Without a single sound

Swimming in the shadows
Can be hard to do with one's heart
But what can I say
When I'm standing apart

So call me what you will
When I'm not around
Just don't call me Ishmael

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