Aware.

At first light the sun will rise and wake the sleeping world as morning breaks. The daylight comes and goes the dark: apart from all the shadows cast. And all the things we’ve tucked away, under covers of the things we say: could we be just fools that only see the light, and the shadows cast, lay out of sight. Then thinking that we’ve gone unseen, we walk from where our shadows been. And things we say we’ve never done: will hang in all the shadows hung. If ourselves don’t see, then others will: for the trailing shadows follow still.