A soul that has a body A mind that has a face Feet have left a trail A path I've come to chase The distance that I tred Behind seems an unfair race Yet once and twice again I fail to keep up pace Is this the fate I bedded? The choice is right nor wrong? Sinking, my feet graze the core Preluding a swanish song In the wake of my good sense I feel as I've had none Rewriting logs that should have been Yet all is said and done A chance. I see. I jump. I make the same mistake I fall. I cry. I'm crawling. Again. No sense I make.