Whose Shadow?

Realizing that your not who you have perceived yourself to be.

My shadow is mistaken,

It has a tweak through its line.

Meant to have a past blank,

A direct link to mine.

 

It’s cast, reluctantly dark,

Slightly dull glare to the pane.

Hardly resembles the mark,

That delineates my name.

 

Contorted from my own shape,

Loss of a description.

Mirror mirror prove that’s fake,

But oh, how has this happened?

 

An effect of procrastination, ignorance of truth.

Seize the day’s wholly value, tempt it all to good use.