Stranger

I see my self walking the same footsteps as this stranger. Their are hundreds to thousands of footsteps layed out in front of me. I can see similar pain then suddenly it's washed away with the coming rain. So I continue on and more I see; the sorrow but that's gone by tomorrow. The pride but that's something we all have tried. The same to similar madness but that just brings on sadness to madness, oh watch the cycle. So many steps such a long path I can see those along the way who have beaten down this road. They yelling to me no not that step take this one you will be sure to finish what's begun. 

I think to my self; "wait I have barley lived half my life what could I have started. What part am I to play in something that is preplotted  and already charted". Man I am so confused I must be lost, cause this price for this life I didn't know what it would cost. I'm still in the same path I'm still stepping in those same footsteps. I didn't ask for this life I wanted my life, why must I go though the same slain names, the derogatory, the tears, the bloodshed, the sadness and grief, joy and happiness. Why can't I make my own path, how is my life consumed with the same strife. I keep going keep on walking thinking soon I know I will soon place a step on the ground and it will be my own, My own indentation in the path. Deal with my own sorrows my own gladness and madness. 

I can can make my own success and failures with my foot steps. Why is this stranger still around, I thought I lost him I was sure I was on my own ground. I was quiet I didn't even mak a sound. Man this guy is pissing me off, why can't I be on my own and do my own thing. So I can write my own song to sing. Move on stranger this is my path, walking still I can see the misery and anger. Now I'm intrigued that a stranger can be so similar to me. I think I am going to keep walking this path in the foot steps of the stranger. Perhaps I can learn something and stride away from  so many other  foot steps in front of me. As I keep walking it's getting brighter and the footsteps are easier to make. I don't understand my life is hard not easy. I asked the stranger as he is walking this same path. 

He he says nothing just turns his head and keeps walking forward. I said man this guy is rude but whatever won't ruin my mood. So I looked ahead and saw less and less other foot steps till it was only two. I said thank god no more yelling now it's quiet and calm so peaceful. I can see my surroundings my how beautiful. Then all of a sudden I was walking with one footsteps, then I realized my steps was the strangers and strangers was mine. It dawned on me, my life in all it's similar ways as the stranger is my lord cause as he has walked our path before he carries you and I. That's why this life hurts that's why this life is not my life and I will pay with this vessel no matter the cost.