I know your path before it's done,I follow all but chase no one.I gather whispers, signs, and trace,From every step and every place.I hold no eyes, yet nothing hides.What am I?
I am the witness with no face,I linger in each passing place.I need no questions, need no name,Your actions tell me all the same.What am I?
What speaks fluently in silence but stutters in daylight?
What is hidden from the world, yet impossible to hide from its owner?What name do you know without ever hearing it spoken?What face is never seen, yet always recognized?
Trueing
I own a thousand reflections,But only one shadow.Which one follows me home?
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