Seasons, reasons, bridges half willed
Unconvinced you walk on a pattern already laid
Reasonably played
You know this is not the way as you follow each day
Walk the stairs
Scattered with remains of treks made before
Always followed never taken

On the street
Shadowed by what you left behind
Drifting light rain through your mind
Clamped by memory
Your legs walk free uncertainly until you collide by chance
With the root slam bite
Of your will

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