Walking up South Mountain with my eyes, remembering each
path that I have walked, having them memorized.
Wanting to be able to do it again, mind turns to crying,
tears join happy memories, leaving me lost and lonely
upon a bed with a pillow underneath my head.
Fantasies playing in my mind, helping to cope with things
I dread from day to day.
Focusing in on what I've done in the past, gives me courage
to go on even though one day, I won't be able to walk on
this earth.
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