Unknown double life

The running echo

Run, quick! Run as fast as you can and as far away
from the moment as possible.
Run for me, too. I'm too tired to walk.

Don't you see that you know what darkness is
only because you've seen light before?! You've seen color!
One's supposed to be afraid of the dark.
Turn the switch on before blaming the lightbulb.

You ask god a question, and then answer it yourself.
Somehow forgetting you had asked anything at all.
Does it ever get overwhelming to be fighting your mind all the time?
It does for me every day.

The echo resonates in your head; you still let it haunt you.
Why?
Was it the inability to see beyond yourself at
that given point of time,
what led to you being unable to see yourself now?

Master of architecture; the walls around you are round.
Late at night, you whisper your fears away,
hoping to not be heard, but dying to get an answer.
The echo said so much more than what you processed!
It's still repeating after you. Can't you hear it?
Or are you choosing not to?

If life was like playing chess,
You'd be one move away from checkmate.
But you won't move. You can't.
Would your echo follow you?