Should I go back, tracing all my footprints in reverse
Still evidently printed on the wet earth
Choosing not to wanna know everything that has once been told
Wanting to just stay on the point where something should be embarked
Either way the stride is just so hard
Soaking every ounce of courage that’s left inside
This halt is a silent killer, yet staying still is not an option
So now, which direction?
This anxious soul is still persistent
(chremoszwrites, 2017)
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