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