I hate to tell you this,
But I fear I must,
Something follows us
Basking in our wake
Sneering as we turn
Mimicking our movements and gestures
With mocking ease and grace
You stop,
You turn,
You smile,
You giggle,
You laugh,
“You silly child! ” you cry out loud,
“That’s just your shadow.”
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