(Originally written in teen years ’95-01)

Dancing in the daytime.

Flickering with candle light.

Although they’ll never shine or glow,

They prance in the moonlight.

Followers of others.

Yet often they can grow.

Shadows seem to know something,

That others just don’t know.

Hiding in the darkness.

Rising with the sun.

Shadows maintain mystery,

A mystery to everyone