Glowing in the shadows
Blinded from the light

How can a left handed ******* son
Ever make it right?

Searching for perfection
And hiding when it comes..

Searching for the reasons
These shadows chose to come

Staring at relections
And glaring retrospect

Looking towards the future
Trying to forget

I guess its not important
And nor is it real

The thoughts of my predictions
And the confirmations i would feel