Echo

What do you see when you look at me ?
A General of Armies ?
A spy ?
A sorcerer with the gift of prophecy ?
A simple person,
Yourself ?

Everything is but an echo of another,
I have been all of these things,
Perhaps not in fact,
Not in reality,
But an illusion is enough,
An Echo,
A fraction of reality,

What we are,
Is what we are around,
Tap a wall,
Hear it reverberate,
That sound changes everything,
You,
Me,

Everything is cause and effect,
Every cause an effect of something else,
Everything an echo of another,
Like ripples in a pond,
An echo is circular,
It begins with it's end,
It ends with it's beginning,

Some may ask why I prefer to move second in chess,
Why I want to know what others would chose,
But I understand something,
Within my self is the echo of others,
What they are,
In part,
I become,

This is true of all things,
That which one begins,
All must complete,
In one form or another