Real Shadows

I wonder sometimes

if I didn’t feel the way I do

would I be you

or like you

or act the way you do

because I cannot really tell

as it is, I am me and this is how I feel

When the day arrives that

suggests I search for a fast-moving train

coming my way

I often am left curious

Was it my upbringing

that taught me not to choose

but simply to live?

When did that happen and is it only because

I trust my mom, I listen to my dad.

Are we all drawn by that last moment of …

How do we connect with the outside world

when our lives are tampered by indecision

that reality that shadows

our true selves.

We are always, willing, drawn

by some voice that suggests

our lives are simply wrong.

Then it happens,

choices we make

Ours is a fragile mindset

if like the wind blowing across fields

in a visible fashion

we are so easily

drawn deep into the shadows

of our quiet reality.