Life wakes up everyday
From its unconscious slumber
Its journey uncharted
Its pursuits forgotten
Barely remembered as dreams
The shadow of life wakes up at night
From its conscious slumber
Its journey unchartered
Fooling us to sleep early
And sometimes intoxicating us
With a sleep inducing chemical
That renders us unconscious
Slaves to the marauding shadow of life
Life is followed by a shadow
As daytime is followed by night time
And activities of the day are followed by dreams
The shadow of life is alive and well
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