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The One That Follows
The one that follows is never a follower called
Or a person chosen
It’s a shadow cast behind you
A reminder, distressing sometimes
Carrying itself on pavements you wander
On rooftops you climb
To escape the one that follows
Or at least, forget it some hours
When it shifts, perhaps even vanishing
For a fragment of time
We’ve all had a shadow
Since the day we were born
And yet, never warned
Of the one that follows
Regrets unrelenting
And mistakes repeating
So out of control
We wonder how much of the shadow
Is truly ourselves
And as the sun sets down on the one that follows
We reflect in the dusk
Until the moon breaks eve
And the shadow emerges
In a darker scene
Or a person chosen
It’s a shadow cast behind you
A reminder, distressing sometimes
Carrying itself on pavements you wander
On rooftops you climb
To escape the one that follows
Or at least, forget it some hours
When it shifts, perhaps even vanishing
For a fragment of time
We’ve all had a shadow
Since the day we were born
And yet, never warned
Of the one that follows
Regrets unrelenting
And mistakes repeating
So out of control
We wonder how much of the shadow
Is truly ourselves
And as the sun sets down on the one that follows
We reflect in the dusk
Until the moon breaks eve
And the shadow emerges
In a darker scene
Published 20th Jun 2021
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