The more you look, the less you see. I studied many books, yet life is dim to me. What lies ahead, is never that clear. Too much to dread, so much to fear. It's from my elders, life pathways are shown. Afraid, i would stumble; if left to my own. From here, life seems like a shadow, in the dark! Walking in life's hall, following man's path. Life's itself remains,"black". Who then can claim, to know it's path? For Man's pursuits, are but life's shadow. Forever, we hope to conquer, by what we know. In questions and answers,we find perseverance. Our hopes are pinned; "held", by things before. We're fascinated with tales, like noah and the ark. Though,ironically, such preludes: the shadow of the dark.