Do we walk forever?
Will our footsteps echo, thunder, pound?
Even as our bodies still and chill
Will we burn forever?

Down years of forgotten memory, to their dirty, mindless souls.
Our footsteps will shatter, shape and bend
The thoughts of our children's children's sons and daughters.
We will shape their souls.

Then I will walk forever.
Down corridors of grief, numbered doors, named doors.
Until I find my own. My name, my numbers. My door.
But I will pace my eternal room, stamp and kick and scream,
For I will walk forever.
Can you hear me?