I am but a shadow,
Non-existent in the absence of matter,
A huge nothingness without light,
Insignificantly rooted to the bottom of things
I wander far and wide,
Mute, and searching for the purpose of life,
Indefinitely disappointing myself with failure,
For life is a gift I have yet to receive
There are times when I imagine happiness,
How would it feel to be noticed,
Not stepped on and to roam on my own,
Life is full of "what ifs" and I've asked none
Hot and cold mean arguably less to me,
But the light and the dark naughtily toy with my days,
Torturing me with ultimate uncertainties,
A never-ending game of order and obedience
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