Shadow

I am here with you, somehow.

I am here in this servo-mechanical machine, with which I can explore and play.

I rest comfortably in a soft bed with a satisfied digestive system.

But these things don’t matter to my shadow.

My shadow looks at society with disgust.

My shadow surveys the concrete and metal, listens to the roaring highways, the angry honks, the dreadful silence of the people, feels the chronic tension from the fear of what’s next, the shame of what was, and the resistance of what is.

My shadow sees this and wants no part in it.

Yet my shadow feels the guilt of not playing this terrible game Man has developed.

My shadow doesn’t like this life.

Everything has become a job.

I must heal.

I must love.

I must enjoy.

I must smile.

I must be happy.

My shadow fantasizes a lot,

Dreams about being the only person on earth.

The animals, the trees, the fruits, the waters, and my shadow.

No human to kill and destroy these things.

They don’t deserve them.

Only my shadow understands the truth.

All one big happy family.

But humans, they can get lost.

My shadow resents them for how they make him feel.

Shadow wants to be free from the human race.

Shadow hears them tell him to be happy.

Shadow is happy, just not around them.

When does this game end?

My shadow wants to go home.

Please take me home.

This is not where i belong.