I Like Being a Shadow
I like being a shadow
There,
But not really
Attached at the feet
Feared and obsolete
Quiet and active
Affected but not involved
My signature is moot
And nothing will be solved
I like being a shadow
A wallflower, a fly
And I see so many angles
With so many pairs of eyes
I like being a shadow
Faceless and divine
Colourless and bland
With no figure or define
Softly spoken whispers moving through time
And then the sun sets down
Hidden behind the sea
And shadows fall through
In a shadowy eulogy
Even shadows can’t live forever
