Several times, I looked beside my taken footsteps,
and I wondered why they were allowed to leave a trace…
Was it because things are visible, even when we can’t see them…
or was it just me… who saw them behind and next to me…
Is it able to walk beside myself, or to let the footsteps pass me…
To follow my only way to go, taken and untaken…
my only good will… and most of all my fear…
Several times, I looked foorward, left my footsteps far behind…
I almost flew away, so they’d never ever reach me…
the only connection are my memories…
I see them… but I can’t reach them anymore…
And that’s why I’m so confused…
Auteur: sorriso promise | ||
Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 26 januari 2005 | ||
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