Absurd Obsessions

It may have been gradual, But once I did get obsessed. I would ask myself, Why must my shadow Follow me? What did I do wrong? Seemed to me the darker the shadow became The more evil I had committed. Now I am no saint, but surely I could not have been that bad!! Still that miserable shadow Would follow me everywhere. It would be behind me hiding, But turning I would see it. How terrible it was. Most of the time it would be before me, Or near me as if to keep me company. But one day I got cured. Walking wondering about that shadow I hit a lamp post. Pain everywhere. I felt dizzy, a lump grew on my head, And a nasty gash appeared on my forehead. Time passed. And I was well again. I did not bother about the shadow. But then I got obsessed with lamp posts.