There’s a set of footprints following me
Over the hills and under the trees
Everywhere I turn they’re right behind
I’m pretty **** sure I’m loosing my mind
No matter my speed. No matter my gait
Keeping right up like my heart rate
I make a hard left and then a soft right
And still they persist, no peace in sight
I lower my gaze down to the street
And what do I find? The prints match MY feet