FOLLOWING MYSELF
Candice James
Copyright 2009
I’ve walked a few roads
And seen many things
But I have not understood
Much of what I have seen.
I’ve seen suns rising high
Like a windowless plane
Climbing Jacob’s ladder.
I’ve seen suns sinking low
Like a twilight spider
On the curtain of dusk.
I have peered upward
From under the floorboards of life
And gazed downward from my dreams.
When I see you look at me,
You see me,
But you don’t really see me.
I am only the essence of my words.
They are me
And I am them.
As I walk through this world,
Hand in hand with my words,
Sometimes I think I hear
Someone following me.
When I turn around
And see it’s only me
Following myself,
I realize
How totally lost
I truly am.