It's this hazy path I tread on, filled with different foot prints.
So many walk past but only memories prink by in different costumes,
In this hazy maze of foot prints I realize there is so much I didn't know,
As the mist clears before my eyes it's a waste land I see ahead, filled with all that I dread,
Now memories I hold close crush down on my only standing dreams,
All am left with is the unknown that lies ahead, now my feet start to give way.
If I stumbled and fell would someone com