Always the shadow never what it makes.
Always left behind never able to use my mind.
Always second best never more than the rest.
Always watching from the outside never able to reveal my inside.
Always just another face in the crowd never hear my voice out loud.
Always the problem never the solution.
People ask “what is the ultimate purpose for life?”
People can reply but you’ll never know till you just live and die.
Me, I’m just that average face in the crowd, the shadow that can talk out loud, little less than the rest better known as second best, an outside observer and a problem that can’t be fixed.
When there is nothing left it is called life after death.