Your footsteps
follow mine
all the time.
The dark alleys of your mind
believe I'm your torch.
Am I good life personified?
Or is it just a wish to see me perish?
Your footsteps
follow mine
all the time.
footprints
where I've been.
Come, let me now take you now
to the foot of a steep mountain.
My nimble feet climb with ease
and I look down at the speck
that is you -
on flat ground.
So lost, so left behind.
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