Time it was, and what a time it was, it was. A time of innocence, a time of confidences. Long ago, it must be. I have a photograph.
When there was but one set of footprints:
That was when I was carrying the team.
When there were none, I was hurdling a fool.
Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.
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