Who is this here
Beneath my feet
That follows me
Haunting me

It stands so clear
A beacon of darkness
So mockingly
So tauntingly

An obscure reflection
On the cement
It walks with me
Right underneath

Is that who I am?
Or am I fake?
Which is the real me?
Which is the phony?

Everything is upside down
Or right side up 
Why can't I see
What divides me?

Am I a ghost
A parasite
Grasping tightly
Onto anything

Maybe I'm just
An empty shell
Both Reflecting
And refracting

Why do I fade
Into myself
When the light leaves
And night conceives

Perhaps I'm nothing
But a past life
Still wandering
Still questioning.....


Ode to a life of curiosity.