Shadow
It mimics me, I cannot hide.
Step for step it's by my side.
Like a good old game of chess,
this shadow knows all of my steps.
Even when I turn around
it mocks me, without a sound.
Floating like a shade of light,
impersonating my life.
He can surely walk the walk,
but I've never heard him talk.
We never had a discussion
on what it is that he's watching.
Why does he follow me around?
He's lying there, flat on the ground.
Waiting for me every day,
still he has nothing to say.
Is he performing out my hand,
learning about the outer-man?
Reserving my life in a vault,
to be the witness to my faults?
Could he be the dark side of me?
Or a ghostly spirit, my enemy?
Maybe he wants to be my friend.
Or maybe I am following him.