Your footsteps left imprints on the mud. I thought that if I took after them, I wouldn't get hurt. A sense of security- your vestiges always brought. Any attempt at infiltration and all my insecurities were caught.
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Into a forest that was never sown, I followed the footsteps that I thought were my stepping stones.
Not further into the woods had I gone, when I realised each latter step was more non-buoyant-
than the former.... my feet sunk deeper... the mud's grip became tighter..
and there were no stepping stones in sight any further. Cause all the time I had been following the trail, I had been in a quagmire.
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But for how long would I be your follower?- Even if I am surceased by the lead, I will keep on walking further.
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Each stride a morsel, the ground a pot; the more it'll be hardened, the more I walk on.
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And there it is, the mucky area I had trodden was now a path that I created on my own. Covered were the edges in garden, my barren land -now sown.
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Sometimes in life you have to walk a path less taken, so be luminescent with your eyes so bright, that the light at the end of the tunnel is your own reflection.
- Be the torch bearer at your own marathon and be the Pleiades of your own Aldebaran.
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