As I stand there I feel a shadow walking out of me
Is it me or is it someone else in bright red lipstick?
I stare watching my shadow do her frolics
Is it me or someone else doing the antics?
Do I release myself through my shadow?
Or is it really another woman doing her show?
Thus thinking I walk on and as I’m about to hit a pole I come to my senses.
It is not my shadow, it is indeed someone else.