The Shadow

I have a friend yeah a subconscious one Always following me in the days vibrant sun. He's very very like me from the heels to the head And he's there until I jump into bed. But he's also very very not like me at all, Like there are days when he can be so god damn tall! There are those times he swells widely with pride And there are days when he hibernates happy to hide. He's made up of choices I have yet or afraid to find If I delve in deeper I may wish to fast forward or rewind. He contains my invisible parts I still have to discover Moreover my future self held for ransom. I reckon he's made of igneous rock, in bright light He shoots up like a transformer, Mr. Biotite. I wonder what it thinks of me with each passing day Cowardly out of my vision like a bird of prey. Yet if we lost it we would shrivel like a dried prune Our existence imbalanced no longer in tune. See we've got a friend, a subconscious one In the long run will show us how things are done.