Taking these steps,
not knowing where im headed,
Is an everyday thing.
A trail of wits,
A trail of errors.
These steps I take,
I wish to take alone.
My life is a road,
Treacherous and long.
The pains that come from each side,
like a constant stabbing wound.
Words, like a hot knife through butter,
they make me stop and my heart stutter.
I know life is hard,
I wish my friends,
not to take these steps with me.
But they are always there will me,
because these steps that I take,
the unknow path that i travel,
those people travel it too.