Shooting at a Shadow
by pete

As I crossed the street that fateful day
I saw he, and myself in a whole new way
He was the anti thesis of me
And the choice was, will I fight? Or will I flee?

He was happy, successful, handsome and smart
Him and good women, were never apart

But then I had to run
Blindly gripping my gun
He continued to flee
But while seeming always to see

The fear had me consumed
As he and I stepped into the empty room

I expected a retreat.
Instead, he stood hard on his feet.
There would be no surrender,
To the blows I should render

I fired once, twice, three times at last
I expected his one final gasp
But to my chagrin
He stood there, once again

And it was then that it hit me
I had not been firing at someone at all
He was my own shadow at 6 feet tall.