Footprints

My distraction grows in leaps and bounds

in every year gone by.

my addresses now so lovely penned

the blind would shed a tear

maybe I don't need the things that you and you need

and maybe I'm the shadow cast

on drying grass and dying trees.

a scar is only so wen cuts run too deep

forgiveness rests upon weight

of what we give and what we keep

maybe there's a footprint I left a life ago.

if so, there's something beautiful

out there, somewhere, I know

words can only reach the ears

of whom you aim to speak

a stone can only roll

so far as the ground is not too steep

and I aim to speak to generations

I wish to touch but one

drive to tears that something beautiful

may never come undone