Foot Prints

I see your foot prints left on the floor
As you were floating towards the door
Don’t try to explain what I seen
Its cold and my head is sweating steam

Over and over everyday
Is it that you’re wanting me to play?
You don’t scare me if that’s your plan
And I won’t follow as your madman

Our dream is more real every night
I’ll have to go in with no sunlight
Through the mystery door of surprise
Now I show foot prints after my demise

© 2013 Michael Yost 04/19

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