Ever behind me
Rise a shadow
Taller than I
Yet, with a certain resemblance
How many times
Do I have to contemplate my own reflection
And say; I have been blind?
I have been blind
Yet, I saw the search and dreams
Of my rejection
Walking behind me
Every time
I am bound to have been granted
The gift of better sight
But my anxiety
Built one more brick
Fearing again
To choose the wrong step
Vaguely I remember
The blurred eyes
Of someone small
These strangers often come as blind
A troubled mind
I left behind
Yet, was it I
Or my shadow
Walking in the past?
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