By: the iHope Poet
With shadows projected against the floor
For me to see and follow suit;
It's always been a second-handed journey.
They want me to watch, and learn and act,
But my actions are merely impressions of (counterparts to)
Those who've gone before me.
Yet they expect nothing else -- I am to be what they will have me be.
Still, I have some choice in the matter; I can follow whichever shadow I please.
For good or for bad, those shadows will lead me onward,
Pave the way on the veiled sidewalk ahead.
Not that I mind,
This is how my life's supposed to be.
And eventually I'll spark a light, and cast a second shadow;
Let someone else follow through it, too.
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