I am not alone
There must be two of us
Company though
As unreal as is real
Sees before I do
Shows things to me
Hears before I do
Sounds alerts for me
Gets rapt before I do
Sends me longing
Goes comparing
Makes me envious
Hustles me, urges me on
Slows me down
His presence I am aware of
But not his whereabouts
What is his real game?
What is he?
Specter or a ghost-
or some damned other being?
I've spent a lot of time dealing with and thinking upon this same subject. The other me. The voice inside that is somehow separate from myself yet somehow very much part of me. I like your description of that same concept. Very good write, and very relatable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The universe is not outside of you; everything that you want, you already are.