Footsteps ©©

Footsteps skip across the night

I hear them slipping and sliding

Coasting down the road

Not in a rush yet, not casual

Are they going somewhere close

Or somewhere far

Are they going somewhere special

Or fleeing another life

The night howls but the footsteps clatter on

Singing their way through the night

Rain can’t slow them down

The mud clings to their souls

I can hear them clear as day

Marching to their own tune

Tripping on unforeseen obstacles

But never stopping on the way to the unknown

The wind pushes back

Pounding and clawing at the night

The footsteps move forward

Seeking no relief from what lays before or after

Footsteps kicking out a tune

As clear as day I can hear that they’re mine

I used to think that there was a way out of here

The footsteps I follow are mine

Walker