Survival

My life is like a shadow,

Sometimes follows, otherwise leads;

At times, remains beside,

And quietly perceives all deeds!

Yet,it is black in colour...

A little less fortunate, with a bit vigour,

The same drill all day;

Makes it suffocating anyway!

I wonder why I'm here...

On an earth that shall remain unseen,

The horizon to my eyes, thus appears greyish,

When you call it evergreen!!