Wednesday 19 March 2014

Walk

I stepped out into the world for the first time.
Where was I going?
I didn't know.
What did I do it for?
How could I have known.

A few steps forward, and a few prints behind.
As the foot flew forward
The prints disappeared
They faded away
As if they were naught


I carried on walking, and as I did others followed.
They stepped where I stepped
They walked as I walked
Their prints faded
As did mine

I changed my steps, I narrowed them down
The prints were closer
The prints were deeper
They faded away
As if they were naught

The others did not follow. The kept their steps wide
Their prints were the same
Their prints were the same
They stayed
As if they were something

I kept walking.

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