Chasing

Who are you?
Where do you go?
Why am I tossed now to and fro?

Yesterday died.
Tomorrow's about to be born.
Here I am now; to what do I bow?

How?

How do you know where to go?
How do you know what to feel?
What is real?
Do I kneel?
I'm scared.

Do you ever wonder what it would be like
To call yourself forward and give it the mic?
To jump out of yourself,
Turn around,
And shake you by your own shoulders?

Do you?

Am I just chasing after myself?
Am I just running after a train that never left?
Chasing my own Shadow...
Do you ever catch your own Shadow?

What do you do with it when you do?