September 12th, 2009

I tiptoe behind you
Silent and careful
I mustn’t make a sound
You don’t sense me
And your footsteps become mine
And to see the world
Only through your eyes
Would be a miracle
Because I’m caught in your drift
And I only see you
Slightly curious
Slightly stalking
You can run
And I’d keep walking
I take this trail
Without you knowing
You’re so emotionless
No feelings showing
And soon my path ends at your house
No other place that I should go
Ideas rushing too fast to slow down
Impulse is the only thing I know
And silence falls upon the night
A creaking sound outside your door
Was this the right thing to do
Falling silent on your floor

Note: I wrote some weird things ten years ago…