These are not just words.

These are footsteps.

Footsteps stomping loudly, scuffing the fine wood floor of innocence

In salutation and impedance

Signaling that nothing will go by without first understanding what how and why.

These are the footsteps of my soul

Searching for a path to wander till I’m old, Tired and cant put up a fight anymore.

This is the march of my life

A gala

a parade

I’m an elephant decorated with silly clothing

walking a crowded black tar paved road into the west.

Hoping to find peace in the setting of the sun

And hoping that maybe

These footsteps were heard


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