Shadows

How to be, that is the question.

This truth i find myself searching for,

seems a shadow behind my perception.

Always there, yet in intangible form.

When there is light in my thoughts, 

The shadow seems clear as day.

But shadows vanish in Darkness.

There was a time i knew the shadow.

We held hands, 

Wandered around a confusing land.

One day we saw a cliff in the distance.

As we trekked dutifully through the fields of Rye,

As we approached the canyon,

A wind blew at our backs,

Ushering us frenetically towards the void.

Closer, and closer we got to the edge.

The wind, overpowering my attempts at halting.

To my left lay the protector of innocence,

Dead on his post.

Once the Winds of Time brought me to the edge,

I felt the familiar hand of truth slip from my fingers.

Stumbling, I alone fell into the trench.

Mind blank, all went black.

I awoke to near darkness, 

a land the shadows of truth do not dwell.

As my eyes adjusted,

I saw the lush green, whiffed the potent smell.

Nearly instantly i fell under its spell.

I found others around me.

Dazed and mindless we sit.

Confused and anxiously we act.

Afraid and alone we live.

Apart from the truth i thought i knew,

I know only myself.

I am surrounded by others like me,

Filled with angst and fear,

Lost in a dark world searching for shadows.

At times light passes over our cavern,

We are able to see the debauchery of our world.

With the trench illuminated by the light of thought,

The shadows come into view.

Just when it seems we figure out how to change,

The scent of the garden beckons us,

Calling us back to our mindlessness.

As the light fades, the hedonism spurs.

Once again surrounded by darkness,

The shadows disappear