Who is this shadow lurking in my scene,
Not a minute gone, as you have been
a hide and seek on the contrary of reality
you emerge as a ghost of familiarity
Curiosity knocks on my door
lunacy of me, an indecent clamor
who is this guy, a shadow of me
the stare on his eyes, everything i see
A friend or a fiend, I cannot comprehend
delusions in wonderland has evoked crimes
impress me or pass by sacredly
nothing to lose but emerge bluntly
grains of sand in my hands
slowly eroding in swirling bands
the shadow of me is my wind
taking me to heights I've never seen
And so it seems...
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