I have been chasing
A shadow
Something temporarily existing
Tiring the marrow
My dreams of a good life
Idyllic inside and outside
So pure without strife
Were all incarnations of the shadow
Something that has left me hollow
I preferred the other in lieu of the self
I loved the shadow not substance
And that was my folly; my undoing.
Its cowardice not wisdom
To try to approach horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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