+= to walk his steps =+

i've learnt to tip toe
much like him
to inhale a breath or two
on those cold nights


those nights 
where your mind just needs to run
i take the same motions as he does
A box, a spark, a puff, a blow


No sound, just breathe
No sound, just the nite
No sound, just the sky
No sound, just my mind and I


Not one of his finer habits
Not one he’d be proud of that I picked up
But yet to walk in the same steps
Feel the same raw emotions


The same attempt for escape, 
but two different directions