Who fault is this

In silence to this place 
Footsteps sounds to a rhythm of no where
Scroll down looking to be thought or reminded of the hours went before you 
Leave come again so unseen a picture look on you
Cannot stop the ups and downs..door open shut
Sleepy now ...thinking 
Yes I am still 
Alive homeless to the last 
How can I listen in this silence 
With eyes open wide?