I Am Back-Tracking
I am back-tracking; I am still back-tracking.
There are ancient caves in my memory.
A lit torch shines color and sense onto forgotten walls.
I am walking backwards in order to save tomorrow.
There are ancient caves in my memory.
My sack of intentions bruises against my back.
I am walking backwards in order to save tomorrow.
I am not worried about finding my way back.
My sack of intentions bruises against my back.
A lit torch shines color and sense onto forgotten walls.
I am not worried about finding my way back.
I am back-tracking; I am still back-tracking.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2011
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