My life is just the same as yours,

I have five fingers on each hand,

But my feet leave footprints,

Everywhere they land.

I walk, and run, and dance, like you,

But faint footprints in dark gray,

appear where they’ll remain forever,

as I walk away.

The paths I take, these marks I make,

They are my legacy,

The earth is left forever scarred,

By the memory of me.

I try to lead a normal life,

But my footprints boldly say,

That I walk along the same roads,

As I did yesterday.

Footprints cover my bedroom floor,

And outline my route to school,

They scream that I am a caged bird,

They insist that I am a fool.

A fool who refuses to step off the trail,

Who is too frightened to explore,

Mindlessly retracing steps he has taken,

A million times before.

The footprints haunt my every step,

They fill me with dread and woe,

But I’ve yet to reach a dead end,

so onwards I must go.