No matter before what light you stand Your shadow is taller than you No matter how far you stand from the source Your shadow, still, is taller than you. Did you ever give a thought to this conundrum? The shadow expands, elongates, and pervades Sweeping over hills and vales And all objects lying low behind you.
It creeps up to the horizon, shoots up to the zodiac, Then farther into the vast expanse of space This very knowledge inflates you no less For, the moon comes under your eclipse Why? Even the Saturn, the Jupiter and The stars of the Milky Way for that matter With the planet virtually at your feet You seem at once the conqueror and his hoist flag. The conquest is total.
Relishing and re-living each second you get home And look into the dressing mirror Turning up your moustache. But lo! That fool scales you down...to your size. Replicating as-is your visage, your emotions And your aberrations, without a trace of a hyperbole.
What is worse, he even shows up things taller than you Making you but a pock on the wall of time. Crestfallen, you come to your knees, And he spares you the humiliation By hiding you in some corner.
