Ebag Dlonra

EBULLIENT DOPPELGANGER

Traversing the street

Under a neon orange sky,

There seems to be someone else there.

I think we’d like to meet,

But maybe that’s just a lie.

Cuz he gives one heluva stare.

I know I’ve seen him around,

He seems familiar,

Yet I can’t quite figure it out.

He moves by without a sound

And it really is peculiar,

That I haven’t seen him about.

As I continue on my way,

I stop by a mirror

And then it hits me strong

The astonishment of my day,

To my sudden stupor,

He was me all along.