The Shadow Thief

Day stretches into evening
What was clear and bright
Becomes dark and uncertain

Doubt plays at the corner
Like an old man with a cane
Tripping passersby for fun

Movement in the shadows
A thief or a savior
Who is really sure

“A penny for your thoughts”
The old man cries out
Oh this game he plays

My hands find empty pockets
But he knows my thoughts anyway
This shadow thief

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