You sleepwalk through life,
Not knowing at times,
Where you are headed to;
Your hands held out,
Unseeing, your eyes,
You stumble more,
Than you actually walk,
But if you looked back,
You’d notice,
A set of footprints,
Not perfectly placed,
And yet,
Footprints nevertheless,
A motely pair,
Heralding your progress.

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