Being… a shadow

What would it be like to be a shadow, I wonder?
Forever doomed to walking behind the real… having to disperse when light strikes, taking form only in the dark.
Would one rejoice, I wonder? After all, you only follow the main guy.
No responsibilities to think of except going where your lord goes, as the case is.
No need to worry about money… or taking a bath… or getting heartbroken (of course one cries when the main man cries, right?)

What would it be like to be a shadow, I wonder?
Forever trapped in someone else’s world,
having no self- dreams, no children (except shadow kids who fade away even faster?),
no earthly possession to take pride in,
no love or lust to smirk at.

So what do shadows have, I wonder?
Where do they go when the burning sun strikes earth’s soil with such radiance they have to flee? What do they do for a living?
Do they feel? CRY? Have religion?
Something? Anything?…

What would it be like to be a shadow, I wonder?
Forever doomed to be companion to one.
Never speaking? Never contributing…
Just shadowing… forever.