Shadow and the Frame

So I find myself and what I became

Having nowhere else to lay the blames

The darker side of me in my discovery

The shadow and the frame are indeed the same

Does the taste for truth disappear with youth?

Are my efforts all but wasted fruit?

The promise of my prime fading on the vine

But falling days indeed the seeds of time

And so elusive this life we live

Incomprehensible but beautiful

The promise of my prime fading on the vine

But falling days indeed the seeds of time

So I find myself and what I became

Having nowhere else to lay the blame

The shadow and the frame perfectly remain

The shadow and the frame are indeed the same