The mornings cool embrace, shall the day be allowed? Then we see an object and thus enticement. We go forth into the day being enticed by its prevalent things. We go on the colors vivid the sound and thier source, it's all so wonderful. Then we become see them.. the days shadows.. what are they? Are they memories, pain and pleasure and purpose? Maybe there more then that a calling unheard. Should one go into the shadows or move until they disappear. Can we ever forget them, we'll certainly see them again. can our light be strong enough and why shouldn't it be? Are our souls the ones that hold the answers to the greatest of shadows mysteries. Will light always have a shadow while we're there?