I have taken footsteps through many lives;
Some created as escapes of my own,
Walking down lost paths, on a happiness scavenger
hunt, embracing the chance to re-open my eyes
and come across a
new narration to my lives make-believe stories.
Desolate as I walk these paths through many lives
People stumble across my feet
I wonder, will they ever pack their sanity and take this journey with me?
Yet, I stand alone
Walking back and forth from reality to imaginary
Broken pieces of yesterday sprinkled onto my today
Cuts on the bottom of my soles,
Hope the future brings a healing ointment for my scars.