Footprints, por Rising Phoenix

Footprints

If not for the days gone by

I’d sit a while to rest my feet

I’d sit and watch the sun come up

and pretend that it had been a dream

But so fortunate I am not

Memories can’t be forgot

I’d like to see where the footprints go

When the tide comes in are they washed away?

My body weary, my mind too full

It feels this story has no end

I wish guilt were footprints

And the tide the erasure

Tides do not come when I need them to

They come when the footprints are too far away.

I’d pretend that it had been a dream

I’d sit and watch the sun come up

I’d sit a while to rest my feet

If not for the days gone by.

November 2015

(2015)

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