footsteps
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To be or not to be
I often struggle with curiosity
It’s the downfall to what I’m supposed to be
I look for confirmation, someone to guide me
Our footsteps like a discord home
For dying leaves and infant blades
We trace them back to winter world
When wind was chance and chance was change
A single line converges here
Footsteps,
alone, or am I
only one can hear the thoughts inside me head
insomnia,
Fire, Fire, Fire
should I run or
should I stay
Footseps, but they are not mine
I listen to the sound of your footsteps
And the floorboards creak with your motions
The same old rickety ebony that’s held us up for the past 5 years
Never once complaining as out footsteps left imprints on its back
