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