A Shattered Past

Twenty one was the year it took- To being unraveled like a book. And all those footsteps that once were woven. Become random patterns as my past is stolen. When I was unsmiling and small. The future would feel like a cliff that I was destined to fall. But now that path that was once sad and unspoken- Has crumbled as the clock in my head was broken. And all the fumbles and all the falls- That seemed like mistakes turn into endless waterfalls.