Monday, July 14, 2008

The Shortcut

I looked back at the prints left on the concrete
Some invisible, others black, from mud on my feet
I could think of a source for sanity's sake
Only to discover the origin in the shortcut I decided to take
The brave, unpaved, unprincipled route
This was the best way I knew to get out
The sun detailed the sidewalk, every crack, every hole
Behind me, in the shadows may have been the same,less, or more
I could have kept forward with heavy foot, or cleaned my sole
But passion preceded consciousness, the core was cold
Time had room for occupation,but fear of loss bred hesitation
So I kept on moving, muddy towards my destination

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