It is easier following footsteps when the toe prints at the front
Unless you’re quite adept at going backwards, but I’m not
Backward facing footprints always head to where they’ve been
I could have even traveled there. . . Maybe I just forgot .
I doubt that I will ever pace a path that’s not been trod before
and If ever get there I will surely be surprised.
I might just take a pile of wood and tools to build a door
Then lock the thing behind me. Locked in my own demise.
But knowing how I travel I will probably lose the key
And lock myself in somewhere nobody else will ever go.
Then maybe I will realize the stupidity that’s me.
And likely loose myself to death, and no one else will know.
Bugger Bugger everything, I am staying on the Highway
I have never known quite where I am, plus I’m regularly Lost
I’m better suited more to never doing things my own way
I’m a go in circles type of guy but I can’t afford the cost.
I have always had a wonderful memory.
when I say “wonderful memory” what I really mean is that I rarely if ever recall horrible things like the weather. I never recall cold or frosty mornings, or even 24 hours of anything dull or boring that might have happened before or after a memorable event, the happy result being all my life's memories are wonderful.
Peculiar as it may sound to anyone who might be reading this, I have absolutely marvelous memories that range from breaking one or more of my bones to hanging upside down from an upper branch of an Oak tree with my ankle wedged between two branches.
I have heard stories about people that have totally removed from their recollection painful events that had previously occurred in their life. I can believe this because at this precise moment I can recall nothing that was not absolutely wonderful. If by chance I have ever blocked out anything painful I would consider this possibility to be just another wonderful thing.
I intend to Blog about my friends and memories on these pages.
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