for a picture that struck me

gazing at the lake and sky
the world decided to pass me by
one is mirror one is real
one is moving but another is still

but which is which, the lake and sky
i cannot tell, i don't know why
i'm neither here nor am i there
i don't exist yet i'm everywhere

the hue's the same, inside or out
but there's no difference, with or without
one loves the other, all too much
to turn into it, exactly as such

i continue my search for the line
that divides all shadows including mine
but like i said, one loves another
they can't separate and so they solder

but then i saw something yellow
drifting afloat, gentle and mellow
the mirror failed to echo the sweetness
the image dispersed and reveal the unlikeness

and so the imposter is finally uncovered
the stalker who is caught off-guarded
even then the beauty still remains
in those two that are non-terrains

afterall my shadow loves me still
it offers itself down at my heel
and since the world is passing me by
let me and my shadow bid it goodbye!!