Shadow walks beside, a hunch, a shuffle
a mournful distressed gait, this being is troubled
the face betrays, shows a smile
deep and wide as the river Nile
Which side is the real me
Shadow always stumbles behind, walks a step from the crowd
always taking second place, never standing proud
yet the body in front, gives a look of joy
always a leader never behind the convoy
which side is the real me
Shadow lives in darkness, a colourless void
grey bleak, a constant rainfall, best to avoid
yet the man stands bright
a sharp colour filled sight
which is the real me
Shadow and body, one and the same, where two sides meet
miles walked in the same shoes, connected by the soles of our feet
happy yet sad, depressed with a laugh and a grin
two stories shared, two lives in the same skin
Both are the real me
Thanks for reading.
Peace and love.
Kyle.
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