And I’m walking in breadcrumbs
And I’m not going to balk
Feeling my step
As they all talk
I’m rising up, reaching north
Headed west, feeling the heat
Scaling walls, unbinding ties
Fanning flames, putting out the fire
And I’m walking in breadcrumbs
And I’m not going to balk
Tasty footprints
Let them eat cake
Piercing the circles, huddling the masses
Riding the flying pony, bashing reality
Twisting the fake cap, blinding the liars
Pop the trap, track the pack
And I’m walking in breadcrumbs
And I’m not going to balk
Tasty footprints
Let them eat cake
Feeling my step
As they all talk
And I’m walking in breadcrumbs
Charting my path

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Wonderful picture with great lines. Great journey. Thanks from Share Of Heart
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The sand at the beach is at the quietness of sea and farewell of that day…. this click is nice
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