I could come with you, but that would require
That I be willing, as I know I'm not,
To do what you are going to do, aspire,
As I do not, to be have what you have got,
Or wish, as I indeed can say without I doubt
I never have, to act like you have acted.
But still a part of me is walking out,
A part I've persecuted, and redacted
From my own consciousness - it wants to be
Like you, or with you, one of those, and so
It follows you as you depart from me
And will continue, wherever you go.
And it will call to me - or is that you? -
Across the distance as you fade from view.
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