Shadow

Always right with me, behind my back, The enslaved don't have hope, I go, I read, but it stuck with my skin, with me, The shadow ransacks behind, a nervous contour. Always to us days conceal a pressure, There is no ease of space on rising, The invisible soldier squeezes hoops, The security guard constant in a campaign. Without knowing a tightness of steel fetters, We live, we slide, meeting on the road, But shadows..., shadows in a trace thoughtfully look, Without us they aren't present, without us they a trifle, - dust on soles, That stuck on a threshold. "Be rich, or die, trying to become," - The line in number Ferrari is punched, The shadow can do everything, doesn't dare to fly only..., - To the earth on iron chain chained.