It’s cliche

but

I, prefer the shadows.

Not being noticed

hidden.

Left alone.

We are born, alone,

we die, alone.

In between,

we pretend,

to not be alone.

The human condition

is all a flux.

Ups and downs

we never know.

Left and right

are all the same.

The summer,

has been and gone.

Did it

ever, really come?