There was a dream that was once my life, Long ago when I was just a little tyke. There was a future that was my goal, Which in my soul did enroll. There was a passion that was my solace, When I dared thought myself righteous. There was once an exit in good poetry, Rather then the emo drivel written lately. Now it's time to go back and study.
I Spoke to My Shadow,
One night in deep long thought,
I asked if he ever ceased to
follow?
He said he thought
naught.
Yet he
asked “who doth follow, and who doth move
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