I thought I saw your shadow,
moving like the air.
I tried to catch a glimpse of you,
but you're never there.
If I were to see you,
what would I do then?
Would I be frightened,
or would I have a new friend?
Where did you run? AWAY!
Yet you're still here to stay.
Are you an intruder, or have you always been here,
quietly waiting, watching me these years?
Is that you there, lurking behind my door?
An empty corridor says that you never were.