Shadows

I don't remember when's the last time I danced with my shadow. The last time I let it slip from underneath me. Or the last time I let it lead me. The thoughts conjure up and I become more and more hesitant about what is real, what is divine, and what is just. Nothing is balanced but we strive for it anyways. We end up so unhappy though. Perhaps such sadness is justified by a damaged soul and a crippled shadow.