SHADOWS

Drowsy, sleep drained, heavy eyes, broken bones, so are the tracks of life. I mean what haven't you eaten? That delicious piece of cake you saw through the window years ago, you finally bought it. Things are the same, yea, there might be a vexatious wind blown towards you on the tracks but if you are adamant in the direction of success then your life will be a well told tale for those who follow. You have been to the toilet countless times and you are still going there. Things are the same - when you take it in at one point you will dumb it - that's the way of life. You will drive yourself nuts trying to stop your shadow from following you in broad daylight. It's true, the night will consume the shadow but the sun will expose it. It will never be night in the morning - so don't get angry at the shadow it's a replica of your real self. I admire the way it crawls up the buildings when I walk past them. And, the language of the shadow is simple - it tells me I can rise taller than I appear. It goes up the walls and tints the places it passes by black, but never changes the origin. My shadow doesn't suffer the misfortunes of a dying economy. Only the blackout devours the shadow like the Red Sea ate up the Egyptians. We are shadows in the light of the Spirit World.