they pinch, only that wisp of skin..
in pain, to numerous dol, akin
invalidates, the locomotive self
with every mm of skin that it delves

but thats for the initial mile..
if you walk that, you could walk all while
then the wound becomes a sheath, a scar
win the battle and you’ll win the war

do not follow whoever is in front
it could be dark shadows that you hunt
nor worry if there is someone behind
for in the end..your one of its kind

the road belongs to the feet that tread
there can’t always be footprints that head
from there its not the other man’s shoe
if you walk..they belong to you