Lonely Path

What moves along the way caught through the corner of the eye is just an illusion.
We hope to see what the world has in store for us but never do we make an attempt to see what the world sees in us.
Does it even seek us or do we impose ourselves on it?

That shadow that lurks behind me, constantly following me even on the darkest nights; is that me?
Or is it the reflection I see in the ripples of your eyes?
People walk in and out of our life, but some just seem to linger in their absence to haunt the sleepless nights.
Its at moments like these that the confidence in your identity is shaken to the core.
I see them just doing fine without me but what is it that I still feel has remained unsaid.
The streets seem to be just as lively...
Where did I miss the turn that the rest took?
Do I wish to be a part of the unthinking multitude that is following some unknown direction?
Will I ever be a part of that "superficial fun loving" crowd?
I know, no...
But then there is another stream just waiting to drown you.
Where do I find that singular rock where my presence is without the shadow?