A Follower
He is there.
Just to copy
I move, hoping
He does not see me
But he moves.
He is everywhere. What should I do with this follower of mine?
Is he an enemy? Plotting my doom. Knowing my every move.
No. He can't be such a killer.
Who is this shaded man.
Perhaps, a coward.
Hiding his eyes.
Masking his face.
Covering his ears.
Much ashamed of his actions.
What should I do with this follower of mine?
Or he is perhaps a prisoner. Sentenced to follow me
For eternity, with no hope to escape. To climb
Out of the walls. A lonely sentence.
Only him behind Those endless bars.
Perhaps, he is a friend. Someone
To stand with me, even in
Great failure. Not a foe.
Not a prisoner. But a friend.
A good one at that. A friend to keep.