THE THINKER

He breaks into a thin sweat on his temple
as he walks past you in the street,
His head always to the ground.
You met him at places you never even imagined
Then again it feels like you meet him everywhere
You rack your brain trying to figure out
who he is and where he is from.
You look at the mirror and then
it hits you,everytime he walks past
you,it feels as though you share a soul,
as though you are one.
Things are becoming clearer now,
You don't always meet him but instead you carry
him along
A thinker...