Footprints

once upon a time

you prayed for guidance.

you begged for the right

to a straight line,

an end you could see

built of concrete.

a way, a path, 

a solid breath

on a stationary wind.

something—

to prevent from falling.

years passed, you realised

no road would do.

no place to be

but where you were,

eyes shut, tune heard.