Things I Carry...

Okay, so I really had no idea what to write about. This poem just popped out within the last 5 minutes. I don't even think it makes much sense, and I am not sure if I am calling it the right thing at the end. Who knows? If you do, let me know.


I carry you with me
on my shoulder
like a shadow.

An invisible
silhouette leading me
down an undiscovered
path of actions
and repercussions.

You encompass
Evil and Good and the
in between. Which do you
prefer?

With you,
I struggle to find
a balance. To find
a way to interact with
the world.

You are my
conscience, and I
carry you with me
always.