April 28, 2009
By Anonymous

A person is lurking behind me
lurking with a vengeance
caught between my conscious and the insidious man

Who is this man creeping upon me as I walk
So many wrong doings and he is here to rub it in

I run and run from the dark, and mysterious man
The mysterious man runs faster
When will he leave

I have run all day and turn around to find that my shadow stares back at me
I should not have told a lie

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