Ballad of an over thinker

Shadows

Shadows are deceptive
They crave to be brought to the light
But no matter how hard they try
They always seem to taint white
Black splotches crawl across the space
And the shadows still feel out of place
They look for a way out
The light their devout
Oh to be the shade that they once were
Seems possible no more
So they run back to the dark
Because it's clear that their peaceful days have all but embarked