The trumpet blower

So you lost your way back again seems like a falling abyss

never leaving markings of  passers by

then and now
As the journey becomes the same 
no one here or there
to compare or match your footsteps...
no prints
all washed away 

another good day asked 

to continue 
it seems you enjoy the pain the path call Life...

how much longer.....God
stay with me..