rrodriguez

The Shadow

The Shadow

A dancing silhouette in front of me, a dark pattern,
looks like an image of me, but it\'s not really me, 
walking along the street with me before the sunset,
immaterial, reaching to the neighbor\'s Camphor tree.

It mimics all the moves with a jolly jumping jam 
and whistles by the weeping willow trees around the bend,
hey, we\'re heading home back to the city of Birmingham,
soon enough you\'re be gone and be no more, that\'s the end.

So why do you stick around and don\'t want to see me gone?
I wonder who gave you your life and personality,
because you won\'t be alive during the dark and the dawn,
later you\'ll have your life and your temporality.