I see poets, And read poems, I can't understand, Why I understood, In words I wished to write, Yet never once I truly wrote; But darkness and brightness, Are honestly meaningless, Because I'm surviving, And not living.
"Smile to your shadow, It won't smile back... Say something to it, It won't reply back...
It won't ever say anything to you, Yet, It will always follow you (Like a fool)... When the times are good, When the times are bad... Ever felt such a belonging? No you didn't! Bet your Shadow did."