Path
Wind blew my feet on the ground
Without knowing its consequences
While my hand touch the ground
I see myself falling fast to you
Shouldn’t be or should I, question remains
Heart torn into pieces as it became more confuse
With a shot of vodka I stumble down
Without any warning it hit me hard
Bleeding to its mystery yet I’m glad
With time so indefinite to be
The question remains while falling into you
Could I get up back on my feet
For now I’m carrying the burden of this
No way to go but to where the wind blows
Where I know rejection is behind
To where I know your heart is the path
poem by Francis Utada
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