My feet tread endlessly
Searching for the truthful path
Needing somewhere to obtain peace
Finding a direction

These shoes are confining
There is no comfort until removal
But my footprints seem obvious
And I think I’m lost

I yearn for help
Others that might boost my endurance
There must be a path that matches mine
Prints that would hide my own

Turning, twisting my toes along
Some agile and then slow swaggering
Take me to directionless ends
Could my turn be now?

My soles are weary
I trek along
Wanting quiet oblivion
My heels will rest soon

These steps only know the next one
Only one moment to the next
Never a direct line
Never a distinct direction

Yet I feel strength in my stride again
Taking a step, a turn, a twist of my own
Tomorrow is today
The journey always beginning

Because I moved