A road ahead and some footsteps behind
Why I travelled so far I don’t remember now
Still I walk by in the glory of my Cow
One day a creeper and for another I stand tall
Which is better I don’t know as they cut them all
And so is the funny game as even the cutter dies small
So much to hear and so much to bear
But do I listen at all?
It’s a doom without a fall
Looking in the mirror a question is asked
What did I lose behind?
A fragment of manner or the tussle of thoughts
Many times I see her with half a smile
Never knowing what she thinks of me
Blank I go with her in this mile for a while
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