I search for you, I'm scared of you, of what you are, of who you are.
I know you so well that I don't know you at all.
So close that I can't see you, can't feel you.
But still I look for what's inside.
Always elusive, your shadow flickers on every turning.
My sole purpose, to find you (not knowing how or why).
Perilously I edge, pensively along the ledge.
What am I afraid of? What is there to lose?
You're like a beacon, you call to me from within me.
Your every signal is an insight to my instinct.
I don't know why. Will you reward or reprimand me?
Or are these obstacles a vicious sense of humour?