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I am like a shadow moving into the dark
Concealing what is real;
Hiding among the familiar – I boast a sense of ordinary,
Making no motion towards progress
I self-loath my own apathy.

Standing in the dark…
Becoming the dark..
Ceasing to exist.
But, the sun also rises to make known
What is real.
Separating shadows from antipathy;
Unable to subsist there any longer;
Maintaining anonymity.
Its light requires standing
And the will to exist is its power to:
Is now transformed into a self all can see.

Why do the birds rise so early