Left in a world full of shadows

Left in a world full of shadows
Through them between them I
Roam coldness thickness conceals
Them passing emptiness to that
Place they call home

Left in a world full of shadows
No substance everyone a clone
Of the last each moving fast
Drifting from merky beginning
Until that moment their last

Left in a world full of shadows
Glimpses Of light that I passs slowly
Defused until I’m confused surely
I’m not made of glass in this world
Of shadow for through me they
Glance

Left in a world full of shadows
So easily I pass not giving a care
They seemingly stare to not the
Present but what’s known as the
Past

Left in a world full of shadows
Am I the first or the last for surely
I see no other like me looking for
That which will surpass this fluid
Reality