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