The Shadows

I realized a world of information that i can not imagine to pass along... Because i know everyone has a different view... Its actually funny, but i now realize leaving things up to the reader, is by far, the way to write. To force your opinion upon someone, is unpatriotic. But to show an individual an idea.. Now that is something great....

The shadows that follow,
the voices behind,
a worrysome additude sets in.

Around the corner,
farther down the street a answer decends.

The pavement,
white during the day,
but at night,
can pave an erie sight.

To see your shadow,
Isn't it welcome?

But then again,
its over come,
Another is in your footsteps.

Why do they follow?

Do they know where the light ends?

A world of eternal light,
never seen by a human,
recieves a welcome sight.

But a world of eternal darkenss,
uneasyness,
hatred flows,
never to know the surroundings.

Isn't it fitting,
A warning shot,
that light and darkness is your friend.

But then again,
the chase is on,
how do they know,
where your path ends?

Can you get away?
and choose a path without dismay?

Faster and faster,
down,
never to now whos in your footsteps.

An officer?
A person with authority?
Am i in trouble?
or am i just dreaming?

the shades of grey over come.

The world we live in,
haunted,
medicated,
where everyone has their problems.

Its ony fitting,
and almost decieving,
that your answer,
lie within the shadows.

Observe quickly,
or be over come,
with the shades.