Chase the Morning

blind mag:
shilo??? is your name shilo?
can i talk to you?
can you come down please…
so we can speak?
i saw you at the show.
i thought i’d seen a ghost.
your resemblance is striking.
you have your mother’s eyes,
her hair.
i was told you died with her.
all these years have come and gone.
how do i put this???
i’m your godmom.
shilo:
state your business.
blind mag:
business?
shilo:
what do you want?
blind mag:
i want, i want to finally meet you —
something real to cling to.
leave you with the hope that
you will go do all you’re meant to,
all i’ve failed to.
in you, is a world of promise.
we have both been kept in bondage,
but you can learn from all my failures.
shilo:
i’m not supposed to talk to strangers.
blind mag:
or let them through the gate?
shilo:
that either. a big risk.
blind mag:
a big fence.
shilo:
a mistake.
blind mag:
a new friend.
dead marni:
chase the morning.
yield for nothing.
chase the morning.
yield for nothing.
shilo:
how’d you do that?
blind mag:
do what?
shilo:
do that. that, that eye thing.
blind mag:
these eyes can do more than see.
shilo:
i know--i mean, i’ve seen you sing.
blind mag:
where?
shilo:
from my window.
i can see the world from there.
name the stars and constellations.
count the cars and watch the seasons.
blind mag:
i wish we could’ve watched together.
shilo:
i can’t have guests.
blind mag:
never?
shilo:
ever. if dad found out
that i’d been let out,
or you’d been let in…
blind mag:
i should go then.
before i do, promise me you won’t--
shilo:
it’s better that you—
shilo:
don’t forget me
'best
if i resume my life inside
my bedroom.
blid mag:
don’t forget that
a shelterd rose needs a little room to bloom
outside her bedroom
dead marni:
chase the morning.
yield for nothing.
chase the morning.
yield for nothing.
blind mag:
let your life be your dream.
integrity. honesty.
it’s too late for me.
don’t look back ‘til you’re free to chase the morning…
dead marni:
yield for nothing.
chase the morning.
yield for nothing.
yield for nothing.