It’s me or my shadow, along the trail
Often follow and also being followed
Through a light flamboyant else pale
By light dim n’ dying which glowed
Both think alike or their belief differ
A load or a support that is bestowed
Dragging along, carrying throughout
While the energy constantly flowed
Walls and grounds reflecting images
Disappearing but which also crowed
Maneuvering and moving amazingly
Diligently, swiftly sometimes slowed
Is it a real perception or a fake image
Shadowing or powering my identity
Or may be it attempts to camouflage
All blessings that have been endowed
Whether a follower or stalker of mine
Appearing and disappearing at times
In the gesture that seems clandestine
Along which my wisdom gets stowed
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