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With one foot before the other
I make my way through life now testing all my steps before me though I know the earth's not crumbling it only feels that way. The snow sifts softly downward and I'm caught up in the falling. I get through the night by saying I know that morning's coming. I put one foot down gently and, if the ground will hold it put the other just before it, though I know the earth's not crumbling it only feels that way. The wind wraps itself around me and mentions that I'm dreaming but for all its icy breathing it's still warmer than my soul is. The morning greets me pinkly, the terrors of night recede now, leaving only fleeting shadows that creep softly into day dreams and tap me on the shoulder saying "remember night is coming". But in the glow of dawning I can bravely shug my shoulders and pretend I never knew them and pretend they never touched me but I know they're inside waiting and only time will cure them. So one foot before the other I make my way through life now testing all my steps before me though I know the earth's not crumbling it only feels that way. Then I tell myself brave stories of other who survived this and sometimes I believe them when the sun has chased the phantoms. If I get through one more night now that much closer to forgetting. In a year I will be smiling wondering why I let him do this, but for now I just endure it and hope to see an ending with one foot before the other though I know the earth's not crumbling it only feels that way. The fires of love burn brightly and leave very fine gray ashes but someday I might remember just who it was who caused this and, if that should ever happen when I'm free of all the hurting, he will feel snow forever sifting slowly through his day dreams and his nights will make him happy to change to day's illusions with one foot before the other though he knows the earth's not crumbling it only feels that way. |