Up the path, I traveled
On an old, slouching hill
Though the truth had been unknown
To what it would reveal

Time seemed to slither
Through deceit as I wavered
My confusion leaving my mind
tired, and unbidden

One plain stone after another
Surely, all I had seen
Though there really was no telling
As if I‘d tread within a dream

Steps overlapped like the shadows
Left and right, all the same
For where I had been was not one path
But many, individuals erased

The day gave but once
Though countless nights I had surrendered
And whatever my previous purpose
Was forgotten, whispered in the wind