Walking fast in a blank page

I stumbled upon a path.

Traces left by an eraser.

I glimpsed right,

Footprints coming towards me

Made me turn left

Following the smudges

Walking light in a recycled page

I deviated from simplicity.

Rubbish building up on my boots

Slowed down my pace.

Walking free in my space

I tripped and lost directions.

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