The Shadow

 
Without eyes he knows exactly where I’m going
Without intuition he understands my every move
At the first sight of light he’s there to trail me
Mimicking every single rhythm, every single groove
Clinging there tightly when I’m not even looking
Even whenever I am twisted, he is still smooth

Mindless in the darkness from another world
From a realm that dreams empty and hollow
The reflection without a face stands near me
Behind me, by me, eager and ready to follow
But I don’t pay much attention to the specter
Because I know one day I’ll become the shadow