Life is a shadow, dark and always changing.
A shadow has no stable shape
And cannot be without something to create
It. The shadow is taken for granted,
Ignored down the dark alley way when
The monsters stalk the night.
No shadow is the same.
It shifts and changes to
Adapt to different lights. As the
Night approaches, the light fades,
And the shadows wax and wane...then
Fade to nothing.