The explanation was missing
But when is it not?
Seeking that guidance
Or the why…
Being lost requires a plan.
It has to!
Knowing where you are going-
Until something changes everything
…
Now direction is the myth.
The sound of each step
You remember it well.
Yes, the quickened heart beat
Brings panic in the dark….
All from needing more?!!!
Not different!
But the reason disappeared…
Words made lips move
So lost must have been the sound?
Who hears a tree?
Do I?
Now walking the same path
Only to find a fork in time…
Steps are muted-
Leather lost in the wonder-
And if I was even there.