Footprints in the mud after the snow has melted away are easily lost with the tides of time.
In the darkness they wander around.
Their ears heard a familiar sound.
A past lover? Their old hearts? The virus inside
Cannot be stopped for there’s no longer a cure.
Events of yesterday resonate. Of this I’m sure.
Caught in regret, undertow where hearts reside.
If tomorrow is darkness would yesterday be illuminated?
The light, it can burn if we ever find ourselves too close.
With some distance and patience we can plant a rose.
Sometimes the light haunts when others try moving on
And their days begin to waste away. Every road out
Blocked by memories that will never fade. Be strong.
They can feel more like monsters that invoke hysteria.
I’m no stranger to those monsters. They stand in my way
From time to time. Someday I’ll find all the words to say.
Like how I just did what I thought was best. All these tears
Both sides have shed linger with me each and every day
Even when I try to forget. And that’s just the price I’ll pay
To the ferryman. Charon, take me away from these piers.
Although the footprints disappeared the memories never do. They can turn into fondness or regret so easily. Sometimes they dictate the path we take in life. Are you lost chasing after a smile or a mistake? Don’t get too lost in what’s said and done but never forget what brought you here. Keep moving forward.
Vasha'Lakar 