Footprints
You walk where the others went.
You search to find their footprints,
For the trails that lead to Paradise.
You imagine what their world is like.
You envy them.
You spend seconds, minutes, hours, and days of your life trying to find this world where everything is perfect.
When you think nothing could stop you,
It does.
The trail of imprints ends.
The path ends.
You aren’t surrounded by the mystic lakes, mountains, or light
You aren’t in the Paradise like they promised.
You are lost.
Dark, grey, murky, forests circle you.
You give up.
You give up until one day a light shines down in front of you and there are no other footprints but yours.
You follow them because you know they’re the right ones.
And you are walking,
Following YOUR path,
And vibrant flowers begin to appear,
Giant mountains surround you.
Your path becomes brighter.
You are enclosed in a familiar place,
A place where you belong,
A place where you can sing your songs,
Where you can dance your dance,
Where you can be you.
