Puddles follow me

Puddles follow me everywhere I go,

Splish splat,

Splish splat,

I can always hear those following,

Envying me,

Wanting the control that I have.

I never look back,

To see the tears that I shed,

The pain that I wept,

The joy that I cried.

For those are in a past life,

And I will not waver from my path.

Puddles follow me everywhere.

In the rhythm of the splashes, I find my stride,

Through the echoes of the puddles, my fears subside.

With each step, I leave the past behind,

In the symphony of puddles, freedom I find.

I am glad they are not before me,

Splish splat,

Splish splat,

The comfort I gain from hearing that sound,

To know that I am free,

And nothing lies before me.

Puddles follow me everywhere.

In the rhythm of the splashes, I find my stride,

Through the echoes of the puddles, my fears subside.

With each step, I leave the past behind,

In the symphony of puddles, freedom I find.

In the rhythm of the puddles' dance,

I find solace in their existence,

A reminder that I am moving forward,

Leaving the past behind,

Embracing the unknown with each step.