The sidewalk walks beneath me
While I there concretely stand
It yields a pair of paths
That operate atop the land
I look beyond the farthest tree
But cannot stretch my gaze
Unless the other path behind
Reminds me of those days
I see the calendar roam by
It dances through the crack
On it looms the fear of time
That cripples what we lack
Before I choose which way to go
I stand a minute more
To listen to the sidewalk speak
Of feet that did implore
It would not tell me what I heard
From people passing by
But spoke instead of fallen dreams
To leave me with a why
The stone then walked too far away
To hear another sound
It was the silence of the walk
That turned my life around
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