There is a place with no time and no date,
No awareness at all of your own final fate,
It’s neither heaven nor hell, you understand,
It is that strange place called the Shadow Land.
In the Shadow Land there may also dwell,
Others who you’ve known in your own life as well,
Some are much younger or no longer alive,
But in the Shadow Land still somehow survive…
In the Shadow Land you may be a past version of you,
And do all the things that you once used to do,
You may hold the same job that you previously manned,
As that’s how it goes when in the Shadow Land.
You may live in a house that you lived in before,
With your old sofa and your old front door,
It is a place of temporal shifting sand,
When you reside within the Shadow Land…
Voices from afar will tell you it’s not real,
And tell you the opposite of what you now feel,
But you’ll know full well that they’re totally wrong
As haven’t you lived in the Shadow Land all along…?