Slowly the Shadow resigned, To the place where all shadows drift away into nothing. only to be let free at the different angles, Shapes And directions An abyss The great globe In the sky decides to give. Odd how that is. One such of different nature completely controlling the other, On and On And on. It's seems utterly to me, the mold should be broken somewhere along the way. Lest history repeats, or somehow escaped. How structures can be twisted Bent and morphed And still show such beauty, In the darkests warmth.
I've seen, What seems to be, A thousand sunrises in the least. And each one speaks to me Of compassion. I left my shadow, For the graveyard shift. And each day it goes missed. For who's a person, Shadowless?
I've molded myself into something terrifying. At night I linger, worn and lost. Inconceivable mirages wash ashore of past memories locked away and sent drifting down the river. I sit in desolate stillness, As the river rewinds flow And the bottle returns to me
I'm trapped like a rodent in a maze of my own creation. It's weaved together, Poorly, with my own frustration. Callused Overgrown. I've come to revelation Its now 10 feet thick. I couldn't escape if I pleased. None can come in. So leave me to whither, In this hedge all my own. I've grown quite accustomed, To the leaves when they grow.
I left my shadow behind once, Or I think it had left me. Maybe I had stared to much, Or give it what it needs I think I lost my shadow once In a dream within a dream When I awoke with quite a hunch, It appeared I couldn't scream. Last night I drew my shadow, I had found there with you, Laughing, Crazy, Dancing, O! Waxing alongside the moon. Last night my shadow hid away, It had never used to do. Likely sick of solid decay, I know I would be too. This eve I followed Shadow, Through moonlit forested planes, Among starred skies I yelled, please, Wait And tonight I lose my shadow, Tonight my soul. Hard to even rate each other When neither are even whole.