to stumble over my feet
trying to not repeat
the patterned footsteps
I walked before
through wet concrete? Set and dried.
The impact of each mistake
I made, preserved.
Time and rain cannot wear away quick enough these days.
Stepping back through second chances
trying not to repeat
stumbling over my feet
in patterned footsteps.
I fucked up before!
Proof in concrete, set and dried,
the impact of each mistake
I made, preserved.
Time and rain will not wear away quick enough these days.
All there is is time flying by,
and rain all the time, pouring down.
Washing away the present,
pooling in the impact of the past,
but never wearing away these silhouettes.
It's so unsettling!
The social residue
preserved in concrete,
footprints set and dried.
I'm unsettled!
