Stalked Like A Shadow Passed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Am I stalked like a shadow,
Clinging and from me to pass.
With a scent that is followed,
Thick and carried to cast in the atmosphere?
I often wonder about this.

Can I walk quietly without being observed?
Or does my presence disturb,
Those claiming to be focused on their own affairs.
Is the minding of my own business,
Become part of their agenda and now 'theirs'.

Am I stalked like a shadow,
With a scent that is followed?
Is the minding of my own business,
Become someone else's affair?
I often wonder about this and its annoyance.