The unknown man in the hat

 

There’s a man with a hat and long straight hair.
I don’t know who he is, but he’s always there.
Every time I manage to see between the world’s parallel existence.
I don’t know where he came from, but the vision persists.


I saw him long ago.
I’m never really sure.
Now I see him as he follows me,
Whenever I look down at the floor.
He’s a mirage; a fading between the light.
He’s not really there,
But he’s in the corner of my eye.


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