Nathan Downing (01 April 1992 / Ashton-Under-Lyne)
Footprints Never Fade
The journey is much longer when you don’t know where you’re going
Many travel down the path that is wide.
You don’t really know your destination in the distance; you just follow your feet,
And the path is obscured by the incoming tide.
It’s OK to leave the roads, to obscure lands and river flows,
A turn here a turn there, because your journeys not to share.
Etched in the memory of unpaved paths, through mud, trees and fragile grass;
That compresses underneath your feet, yet springs back up to meet,
The memory of you.
You were once there.
You may have gone round in a circle at one stage, maybe turned back in sweltering rage,
Of a bad mistake or misguided bearing, which came about from being too caring.
Though when you remember the trees, the grass and the river flowing,
You will then realise, through those experienced eyes,
That the journeys much longer when you don’t know where you’re going.
Your footprints do not fade upon the delicate grass,
And in your memory and legend forever last.
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