A walk through time
A walk through dust
Leaving no trace
No footprints to be seen
A visitor in my own mind
Who makes the decisions?
Is it I or is it you that is me
Who would get the blame?
If fingers were pointed
Who would stumble when the path was chose wrong?
Would it be me or just you that is also me
Go back forth, push through time
The good, the bad and the ugly
Which memory would in turn be mine?
Would you at least share the darkness with me
And throw a pinch of happiness in my direction
Do not forsake me for I plead
I have walked through time
Swam around the dusty ocean
No footprints to be seen
For now I know not
The visitor in my mind.