I followed footprints on the ground,
But the wind came and swept them away.
The trails vanished into the mist,
The horizon itself faded away.
Old dreams turned into dust,
Broken promises in the air.
With each step, less certainty,
With each breath, a different place.
Fading paths,
Between doubt and solitude.
What once was sure dissolves,
Like sand in the palm of my hand.
Fading paths,
And I lose myself without a plan.
Still, I go on, though I can't see,
In the emptiness, I learn to be.
