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
of my shadow
walking in the past?