Death-race in chase of a Shadow

sun is shining at our back,
and we are facing shadow,
we are chasing and chasing and chasing,
chasing the shadow,
hoping to eclipse it somehow,
but its always moving away,
with every step, with every breath,
we hope to meet it someday, 
but its never under our feet,

and the hardest thing to do is turn back,
to see the light, to realize,
to accept and to surrender,
because we've moved a million miles,
chasing the shadow,
striving to eclipse it somehow,

the shadow is always there,
indicating the light,
indicating our defeat, our anguish,
every moment,
it teases us, embarrasses us,
but we forget our dignity,
in search of a mere identity,
and alluding ourselves,
to prove our might is more,

its a death race, 
the way we chase,
its a death race all the same....