Sense of Wonder
I never really questioned my existence. Days have dates, and time holds my fate. Wake up to follow a routine I feel comfortable with, and wait for the day to end to return to my cave. Leaving blue footprints with every step I take, cast into a shell to protect what’s left of myself. Can’t turned back the the memories that shapes the person I am today, but the present turns the pain into a reminder we’re not all the same. A walk of shame, or fame to recognize the name I’ve been given on this earth.
