(The faster you run, the more your shadow outruns you.)
Momentum carried me past the corner,
but the street had no end, only mirrors.
Each step multiplied, a thousand selves
chasing the echo of my stride.
I thought I was escaping the past,
but glass kept folding me inward.
Momentum became a trap, not a flight ~
a race with no finish, only reflection.
At last I stopped, and silence broke:
the mirrors kept walking without me
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
(The faster you run, the more your shadow outruns you.)
Momentum carried me past the corner,
but the street had no end, only mirrors.
Each step multiplied, a thousand selves
chasing the echo of my stride.
I thought I was escaping the past,
but glass kept folding me inward.
Momentum became a trap, not a flight ~
a race with no finish, only reflection.
At last I stopped, and silence broke:
the mirrors kept walking without me
Momentum begins as escape but becomes a trap of endless reflection. The surreal twist is that the reflections continue even after the speaker halts, suggesting that what we flee may outpace us in ways we cannot govern.
