Footprints in the snow...I wonder if yours will ever follow
There are no guarantees and I'm suppressing some guilt dreaming about tomorrow
Is it all just something to hold on to, when there is nothing and no one left
Or more lingering in the inhibitions that remain, after absorbing all the substance
Do we continue as we have before, coexisting in the pretenses of gray
I'm getting too far ahead of myself again, letting my hasty heart lead the way
Some things I can't understand, but it's in the way you draw these words out of me
The sound of your voice beckons to them, gently begging for me to set them free
It's in the simple curves of a seductive letter, in the distant stroke of your pen
The emotions left behind slithered back around, I'm just unsure if I can live with them again