When The Shadows Come

Sometimes late at night, I lay awake in my room

Watching shadows making shapes on my walls

I wonder if they could be reflections of someone I knew

Or if my shadow wanders too, while I sleep

Maybe that's why I'm tired, and disconnected

From the visits my shadow makes in the dark

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Maybe sleeping is the dream

And while dreaming, I cast shadows in another’s room, while they watch

Maybe they sleep in their dreams,

while my shadow wanders

Perhaps the dream is reality

And I am the shadow, and my shadow is me

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The alarm sounds, as I am falling asleep

And shadows rest, in the light

Sleepy, I stir,

restless, yet another day

Tired from my journeys

Encountering friends

Until the sun sets, and the shadows awaken again