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Footprints
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When the right time comes
You let one day pass
I was sitting on the roof, surefooted
Got thrown off when the wind kicked back
Two slabs of wood carrying
To make something from this stash
They said build it
And I stood surefooted in front of this pile of trash
Real weary
Discovering how I string myself out from what I lack
A minute goes by, and you check back
I chase you down this long line
Lose the original meaning from these tracks
All these footprints real soft
You can find intention in weight
But on both sides of the scale is just the idea of place
Foggy backdrop
A treeline awaits
All cloud-like, crowded
I keep my finger there to not lose shape
Curving inward
Nursing a young foal back to health
It had 3 legs
What's complicated about narrative is they all mean the same thing
And you know I measure these things
Left unused, described it as the edge of a way
You know I let inspiration interrupt and stockpile into flames
I'll turn the gain up until this whole fucking thing rings