The Path Unique

Finding one’s self,
coming only with life’s last breath
Searching with the map

From a friend, partner,
mother, father

Used and abused,
its tattered story,
is that of another,

Journey on my friend,
No bitter end,
Confuses you or
Worries,

You tread upon,
the paths of others,
desperately seeking
to find your own.
 

And until that day,
breath’s last gasp,
you will not know,
thine own task.
 

So carry on,
enjoy the quest,
fear not the map
of another’s path.
 

Your footprints are
unique on their own.
And in their own,
Yet another’s journey
will be shown.