SHADOW CREEK

one day while burning bridges
i looked upon a creek

i saw a faint reflection
it was staring back at me

it looked at me so clearly
as if it knew me from the past

as if it were my shadow
i was familiar with its glance

i looked across the creek
so tempted by this glance

i saw a shadowed figure
it had dirt upon its hands

it wasn't soil from earth
but from a life so cold and damp

this shadow was a sickness
this shadow from my past

it walked across the creek
and stared me face to face

i was burning all its bridges
destroying all its trace

a doppelganger, maybe
its eyes were dark and glazed

i saw my own reflection
the one that i create

i handed him the matches
with an understanding face

this shadow is a part of me
its my life that it creates

one day while burning bridges
i looked across a creek

i saw a shadows reason
it was written on my face