The lost walk of the Eddie:
My eyes drift down to my feet. There they go again, one in front of the other. Each step has purpose. Each step leads me closer to my destination. Truth be told, I often like to look at my feet when I walk. The problem with that is that youre not supposed to. People tend to think youre sad. People tend to think something is wrong with you. Maybe I just want to watch my step. You never know what youll step on. You know, better safe than sorry.
Okay Im lying, something is wrong. My steps betray me. They betray me because they offer me the illusion of intent. They offer me the teasing sensation of traveling somewhere. They offer me the satisfaction of arriving at a destination Ive never reached. Id like to think that all my steps are important, and maybe they are, but I dont think I really believe that. Ive checked the outdated and incomplete maps Ive been given but deep down I have the sneaking suspicion that I am lost. So then the question becomes: where am I going?
Im lost but I continue to walk. Perhaps its just a habit I cannot break. Perhaps I dont want to break it. As I get older I begin to realize how little I know. I fancy myself a logical person, but sometimes I do illogical things. When was the last time I really stopped to take a look around? I think I take a peek every now and then, but in reality, many times you need more than a simple peek to find where you are and where you are going. I think many times you need more than a peek to find yourself.
I know what youre thinking. Why not stop and take that look? Id like to, but my legs have been moving for so long I dont know if they can stop. I cant tell if Im running in no direction or running in place. Im lost thats how it works. If I stop, can I start again? Its a chance I fear I cannot take. So I keep walking. Maybe if I find something. Maybe if I run into something. Then I could figure out where I am and where I need to go. I think thats why I continue to walk. Theres still some hope in there. I walk because I think that I WILL find something. It could be a sign, a town or maybe a person. I keep walking, I keep fighting. I know that there are shadows and dark places all around, thats why I stay on the road. I may not know where Im going but at least I feel safe ignoring the temptations and unknowns that lurk in those shadows.
Im a lost soul. Im waiting for my purpose. Im waiting for my test. Im waiting for my trial. I walk and I wait all at once. Maybe Ill walk forever, maybe Ill walk another day, I have no answers. All I can do is look down and make sure Im still moving. Yep there they are, one foot in front of the other.
My eyes drift down to my feet. There they go again, one in front of the other. Each step has purpose. Each step leads me closer to my destination. Truth be told, I often like to look at my feet when I walk. The problem with that is that youre not supposed to. People tend to think youre sad. People tend to think something is wrong with you. Maybe I just want to watch my step. You never know what youll step on. You know, better safe than sorry.
Okay Im lying, something is wrong. My steps betray me. They betray me because they offer me the illusion of intent. They offer me the teasing sensation of traveling somewhere. They offer me the satisfaction of arriving at a destination Ive never reached. Id like to think that all my steps are important, and maybe they are, but I dont think I really believe that. Ive checked the outdated and incomplete maps Ive been given but deep down I have the sneaking suspicion that I am lost. So then the question becomes: where am I going?
Im lost but I continue to walk. Perhaps its just a habit I cannot break. Perhaps I dont want to break it. As I get older I begin to realize how little I know. I fancy myself a logical person, but sometimes I do illogical things. When was the last time I really stopped to take a look around? I think I take a peek every now and then, but in reality, many times you need more than a simple peek to find where you are and where you are going. I think many times you need more than a peek to find yourself.
I know what youre thinking. Why not stop and take that look? Id like to, but my legs have been moving for so long I dont know if they can stop. I cant tell if Im running in no direction or running in place. Im lost thats how it works. If I stop, can I start again? Its a chance I fear I cannot take. So I keep walking. Maybe if I find something. Maybe if I run into something. Then I could figure out where I am and where I need to go. I think thats why I continue to walk. Theres still some hope in there. I walk because I think that I WILL find something. It could be a sign, a town or maybe a person. I keep walking, I keep fighting. I know that there are shadows and dark places all around, thats why I stay on the road. I may not know where Im going but at least I feel safe ignoring the temptations and unknowns that lurk in those shadows.
Im a lost soul. Im waiting for my purpose. Im waiting for my test. Im waiting for my trial. I walk and I wait all at once. Maybe Ill walk forever, maybe Ill walk another day, I have no answers. All I can do is look down and make sure Im still moving. Yep there they are, one foot in front of the other.
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flowerofromance:
Oh, you do not wanna see my dark side. It can be scary at times. 
arachnequarius:
i'm hoping to push with all my might! you know how i like to change it up with the big. something tells me you are quite familiar with the spirit pushing, there, mister.