The Desolate Path Of Reflection

I still wander this desolate path,stumbling over every obstacle and running from my past.

who knows where I will be when the path meets its end,but I know i will be in despair and regret.

For what was the future will soon be my past,and this time will be my last,so i keep walking down this desolate path so the present can’t last and the future can pass.

But the more i walk the more i see,that maybe what i want was always in front of me ,and through my cowardice i was blind,to not realise what could be mine,so i now stumble to meet my goal,of finding something to call home