They don’t write songs about this kind of story
They don’t tell you how you should feel
So many things kept quiet for so long
So long
So long simple path
Hello trail less traveled
Much less traveled
Only one set of footprints
Mine.
Other have been here
I am not all alone
Their footsteps brushed away
Buried in secret meetings in quiet corners
Phone conversations in hushed tones
I have no idea how I got here
So twisted up into tangles
Of guilt or relief?
Of sadness or utter joy?
A walking contradiction
It shouldn’t matter this much
Should it?
Maybe
Not
I think I’ll just
Keep walking
[Feb. 24, 2009]
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1 comment:
That's my girl. Keep walkin, West. No matter what, you'll end up SOMEWHERE. xD Love always
ZG
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