The sun rose at dawn,
I rose along,
I knew myself,
I’ve embraced my philosophy,
I lived my dream, I was me,

Then came my shadow,
How it empowered me or so I thought,
My worst fear surfaced, the forbidden path I was to follow,
My shadow became my demon, no will left to fight,
It restricted me, nothing could be done,

My dreams, my philosophy, myself,
They all became someone else,
Unknown to their body, confusion inward,
My shadow beckoned to me,
“I’ll be your idol, you my muse.”

It moves with such grace and demeanor,
I wonder, could I ever be so clever,
My shadows spoke to me, “I think you should become me;
Only through this will you will be free”.
I believed, I embraced, and I became me,
What my shadow conjured me to be,

That dark portrait on his kitchen floor,
Now I hurt, secrets closed and I’d be,
Be forever hopeful they don’t wash up to the shore,

The power of three pries at my frailties,
To discover what my secrets be,
Old Gandalf I thought sequester from reality,
Now lends his shoulders, my confidant,
Lend an ear you must,

Time speaks once of the victor, who shall prevail,
Will thy shadow remain stagnant and give birth to my demons,
My confidant will he use my secrets to enforce dominion,
Can I break these manacles, I long to be free?
Summon I must the strength from my foes,
Is liberty a far away every dream, will I be blunted by these woes?