#trod
I had a path that at no time intersected
with others footsteps.
Never would I walk on the
degradation of there choosing.
Because,
if later on they had made a misstep.
I would ultimately be the lemming falling
with veins cut,
falling into the same inevitable ending...
Every footprint shifts after we have put
our weight on that decision.
That this was the right course of action...
But we were a conveyor that feed
the lie of life that every step was always
well trod.
We would always finish off with a life well
walked, but the truth was.
That some laces were untied and some fell.
Some would never reach the ending,
let alone the beginning of the path..
For our steps are always shifting,
and everyone is never the same..
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
wash your feet
what is this to me
what is your love to me
that we wish
for your
constant
comfort
does
he
answer me
tell me he does does he
?
...
..
.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC