On my way back home
I played with my shadow
They were good old days of school
When our paths would diverge
And I was left alone.
I used to step on them
And step after step
It was one step farther
I used to turn my back
And found it still there
Like a true loyal friend.
Now I hate that shadow
It has grown young but more cunning
I try to get rid of it
But it is visible everywhere
I try to smash it
But it overshadows me
It haunts me like an evil spirit
Trespasses my privacy
Adding to my agonies
Smiling at my misfortunes
And my uncertain future.
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