Steps

Tap. Tap. Tap. –
Cosmic wind is plotting to break these dusty windows;
I slowed down and tried to find my reflection.
Too much dust.
No one there.
A dark room with desks and chairs,
A place where dreams broke and came true.
Walking past someone’s memories,
Hearing the noises of their past
Detaches me from reality.
I shake my head and walk further down the street.
Back to myself.
Back to my own memories.
I will listen to the music of my past,
And enjoy the windy weather,
While taking steps
Into the future.

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