The Natural Habitat of Consequences

Far flung from a hideaway
Footprints that lead fools astray
Are the deepest of regrets
And the snow would never dare
Cover up the tracks
Till I came about

Must have been something in the air
Tell me,
Do I seem to carry
A dark cloud
By a leash?
Or better yet
Does it seem the dark cloud
Is in the lead?

Trust never took into consideration
The reality of a mistake
Unavoidable
A Wide Mouthed Crow
Mocking
Stalking
And while I feel
The guilt
He makes his way
To another town
And the cycle
Repeats