walking
i made my step todaybut i stepped in the wrong direction
looked in the mirror today
and saw the wrong reflection
what i saw was a shadow of my former self
i shine from the former man that made up myself
not good for my health
new life consumes me
so why did i make that step?
to mend old bridges burnt by someone else
from now on ill never look back
never cross those bridges that i set to repair
all i did when i made that first step
was give you another bridge to cross to come here
that is why to you ill dissapear
and from me again you would never hear
because from now when i make my step like today
the only step ill make is to step away
Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2006-04-25 at 00:17
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