The Mimic

This companion never goes away And keeps me company every day. In happy times or when there's strife You mirror my existing life. To mimic me in perfect time An energy that's just like rhyme. A preference for the out-of-doors, Too restricting is the indoors. I take a walk, you go with me Keeping in step, being carefree. As darkness falls, and you depart I'm on my own, I'm a la carte. Wayward stranger is how I feel Forging through the darkness I steal. I'm individual although I have met my twin, my shadow.