Footprints

Questions

In a toll of death and despair, life can be harsh, is it really fair?

From what the naked eye can see, is the outside of one's heart who they seem to be?

When you look at what you made, will you always be hidden in the shade?

Does the respect one gain shatter as one string is frayn? 

So many questions, so many lies, is this all a way of saying goodbye?

Is there never an end, a smouldering pile of ash, in an infite supply of lifeless crash?

A crash hard to look at, but too grand not to, because you don't know what to do?

Or is it something more, something that is broken, has been tore...

Apart from every

Question faced.