When shall I foot it?

In the silence of the morning

Witnessing the night slur into dawn

Anticipating the sound of the hollow winds arise

Where trees flank the way in the same direction

The broken dreams scattered by the side of the road

Shall not commemorate my achievements opposed 2 my failures

Regret shall be the footprint that I leave behind

Only for those who know how to read the trail

Shall be able 2 follow in my…