The many things before me
Standing, immobile
Not wanting to budge
No matter how much
I kick and shove,
Kick and scream,
Kick and curse...

The many things before me
Have no ears
And pay no heed
To my prayers:
Begging and whimpering
Begging and promising...

The many things before me
Have no sense to
Get out of my way
And stay out of my way-
Move out the way!

The many things before me
Are too many to count.

But there is this one
That follows me,
My shadow that stares at me,
And whispers, just whispers
Reminding a reminder
I will not soon forget

For this thing
Trailing after me
Is you.