​I.

Tracing my footsteps, only to find they faded
Looking for the shadow that I once created
The wind whispers “follow my lead”,almost captivated
Where am I to turn to when all the paths are gated?

​I​I.
I dream to live big

But in reality I have it small

I could be in a trance

And still have time to fall 


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