I am my shadow,
she doesn't follow me,
I'm in my shadow
and not in myself.
Shadow of the me that gets all the light,
shadow attached to what I was born,
immutable distance from my shadow to me,
I reach to touch myself but cannot feel a thing,
I only know what could have been
if my shadow reached out to me.
My whole world happens in following me
and I pretend to be chased,
I pretend to lead
instead of pursuing myself.
I do all I can to join my shadow and me:
I'm always at the gates of life,
I'm always, always, at the gates of me.
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