Festering, living, and thinking of a view,
each step ahead reminding of the past new.
Each thought brought with each bent knee,
refreshes the remembering the steps I see.
I don\'t know, I think in different ways,
the shadows and ghosts they stay,
whispering thoughts they let me see,
with each forward step and bending knee.
As I walk,
these things I think to contemplate.
As I walk,
each step ahead a whisper dissipates.