DoppleGanger

I was walking on the street,
playing safe, step by step,
my eyes caught. I stopped, that was me, not quite.

Hearing records, I heard my voice, almost,
seeing a smile, I saw myself, almost.

These appearances randomly pop in and out,
making me feel that there's one part of me I'm without,
the time comes and again to seize the good lord's energy that is me,
and engrave myself, for my dopplegangers to see.

My Recurse

I sit down, thinking hard at my desk,
my, world seems to be watched over by someone else,
my, breathing deep and heavy, seems to echo,
and I sit to think of a boy sitting at a desk, thinking hard...

Its like a mirrors all around me, are actually glass,
can I transcend into, myself? Just let it pass...