I am a clocks shadow.

I stand behind my clock.

The sunlight always hits him,

But for me he is a block.

I sit along behind his back.

Sometimes I poke out the side.

I feel special to some degree,

But Im just along for the ride.

I am a clocks shadow.

I stand only as tall and wide as he.

I wish sometimes the halls he decorated

Were really made for me.

I finally caught on to the realization that I need to be alone.

I wiggled myself away from him to get used to my own home.