Looking around corners
While climbing the stair
Checking to see if
Anything is there,
Always looking backward
While walking ahead
Wishing there were eyes
In the back of the head.
What is that,
Why is it here,
Why did it
Suddenly appear.
Is it deliberate,
Part of a plan,
Is there any danger from
That woman and man.
Is it just a product
Of a Superego
To fear people from the past
Wherever they go.
Is it just a coincidence
They share the same place
No attempt at all
Involving loss of face.
It may be hard to accept
It is in fact the converse
They are only the Centre
Of their own Universe,
Really just a spot
Of very little worth
Temporarily occupying
Small part of this Earth.
Any scrape made on history
Very soon gone
As memory fades
And time moves on.
Don't look around corners
While climbing the stair
No need to look back
There's nothing there.
