worn out path
littered with footsteps
i could follow
with my eyes closed
same sounds
i can't tell are real
or not
sick of familiarity
craving a new smell
a new path
for new footsteps
i stray from the path
chasing down fresh air
but my feet move
faster than my heart
and i'm right back
where i started
same old path
same old footsteps
and i walk
