Nature spreads
a yellow carpet
at my feet
yellow streetlamps
punctuate the night
the steady rhythm of
my weary feet
the shush shush
shushing of the leaves.
A light shadow
is cast before me
then a darker shadow
springs from my feet
and finally
there's me
bringing up the rear.
I follow my shadow
following my shadow
both hell bent
on where they are
going
I trailing behind
not knowing
if I ever can
...catch up
and become
the man
they claim to be.
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