A jumble of fading footprints
all the hasty steps I can’t retrace
trying to get back to that place
I walk alone, no matter where I go
It’s ends up being only for show
The more I try to move on
Is the more I feel alone
Always chilled to the bone
asking is it over yet
what I would rather forget
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 