Ever behind me
Rise a shadow taller than I
Yet, with a certain resemblance
How many times do I have to contemplate my own reflection
And say: I have been blind?
I have been blind
Yet, I saw the search and dreams of my rejection
Walking behind me
Every time, I am bound to have been granted the gift of better sight
But my anxiety, built one more brick
Fearing again to choose the wrong step
Vaguely I remember the blurred eyes of someone small
These strangers often come as blind
A troubled mind I left behind
Yet, was it I of my shadow walking in the past?