Footsteps, those echoes in my head
That drive me ever-onwards,
Now I wish my steps were dead,
For what are opinions if you are unchanging?
I see you, in subjective matter,
And how I wish of things!
Believing that part of me still matters,
Whilst floating amongst silent nothings.
Oh, guardian of my heart,
The one who’s stood beside me,
You make emotions jump-start;
Have you made an alien of me?
How the Platony digs me a grave!
It’s breaking my soul as I see
The true Form of being brave;
A cave, I’ve lost at being free.
Forgetting senses, I must do,
If you are walking on-
However- problems are seeping through,
As your footprint won’t sink down;
A smile, a smile, and one more smile,
I catch you looking back,
You eyes linger on for a while,
Then you paint the sky with scowls
And turn aside.