Here I go,
Walking down this inevitable dark path,
Embraced by the sadistic snow,
I can smell the fear, repugnant from the past,
The stench has laced itself into the ruthless night air,
Chilling my bones hopes of returning home.
...
Engraved on this cold path is the footprints I enliven,
With my feeble little shoes of my own,
This path has been walked down before...
The sense of security marching away from me like these footprints,
The same end awaits me, unforgiving to my slow departure into the abyss.
...
Dark as the road ahead, the bitter night air teases the warmth out of me,
Haunting whispers tickling my courage,
These footprints seem familiar, huge and distant from each other,
But I feel as isolated as the moon, glimmering it's blocks of icy silver light on my face,
I wish I could turn back...
But I know where this path leads back to...the dwellings of the past behind me.
...
My reluctant trek into the unknown begins,
Each step giving me a somber crunch of vengeful snow, deeper into the huge footprint,
The whistling ghost pushing me even further like an enchantment,
I turn back; one last glance of the memories scarred on my heart,
Flickers and crackles of blissful memories flash across my watery vision,
Striding away from those memories of peace is almost as cold as this hell I'm forcefully marching through.
...
Wait.
I may be walking in your footsteps,
But that doesn't mean I can't divert from the pessimistic path.
I've never strayed away on my own, afraid I'm fall into darkness,
Destiny yearns for me now, guiding me towards something I've never tried.
What's going to happen to me if I raise my numb foot a little more right?
Time to--
