Shadow

I am but a shadow caught in the phases of time
I move as the sun's rays goes by and by
Never to go far for the actual sun does not move
I reach for a place I won't get to soon

As the hours tick on I am but an inch away
Only to get caught by the end of the day
A prisoner of the night
Forced into the darkness and out of sight
Only to try again at dawn's first light
Why does the life of a shadow never go right?