She entrapped me with her knowledge
Focusing on every sound and syllable,
My body clung to her attitude
Head held high and feet steadily moving.
I tried to keep up, but sticky taped my feet
Making my every step going against the wind
Sadness inching away at my heart and soul
Confusion became a tumor in my brain
I was ready to let the wind wisk me away
Footsteps sounds became a constant background
Not realizing an audience was near to me
I reluctantly turned to see,
who was eyeing my stride.
My tumor became smaller,
when the image became clear
I saw am image that looked different,
but yet the same.