Questions

I'm just a shadow,

Hidden behind the crowds,

For normal can't see me,

For we all hide something,

Something sinful to self,

For no one is without a past,

Some run from it,

Some love it,

Some stop,

Some just go on,

That's how things go,

Personal gains and greed will be there,

What is life?

Ask yourself

What is religion?

Is it a greed to have heaven or something else?

What are self morals?

Lost are all,

Everyone wanders around,

Some flow the flock in godly land,

Some choose their to live on their own,

For I love being a shadow,

Still there but not there. . . .