poetry, prose

Lost

Far ahead of where I tread

Forks on the road that led

No one knows where

But the foot prints of long ago

Beneath my boot soles

And I follow them

Step by step, slowly

Erasing but replacing

Traces of my own 

.

Find me 

By my print on the dirt

But for now…

.

To be lost 

Is my need,

And nowhere

Is where I need to be

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