Snapshot: Shadows

I bring to you my shadows,
For I have grown them long
Amid the spiraling decay
Of legacy gone wrong

I cannot claim that I have been
A difference to many;
I spin my tires in these woods,
Anxieties aplenty,

And though the light would find its way
To touch my weary eyes,
I know these shadows far too well:
I’ve come to realize

That what I am is what I’ll be.
And though I roam and range,
I cannot flee the dark that’s me
Or really hope

To change

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