I'm friends with my shadow,

it's long tall and black,

it mimics every move I make,

but never answers me back.

It's like another part of me,

tied at the heel,

trying desperately to escape,

never knowing how I feel.

I'm always by my shadow,

it doesn't matter if there's no glow,

behind me every step of the way,

quick step or if I’m slow.

The outline stands before me,

never late but all to soon,

a dark alter ego on the ground,

highlighted by the moon.

Sometimes I’m left to wonder,

my friend who seems so hollow,

while there is no doubt,

he doesn't always want to follow.

So am I always chasing shadows,

or it it the other way around,

it depends which way I'm looking,

weather my friend is lost or found.

It's only in complete darkness,

that I feel completely free,

shadows are the negative side,

of the light that shines on me.

Write On !

cheers!