march on

here i sit, just me and my dreams. just me. watching. waiting. willing.

i wandered through the world, searching for meaning in my very breath.

i came upon ways of being that seem far from who i am, but i keep on going,
hoping that one day i will find my way home.

i wandered through the world, looking here, looking there, one footstep at a time.

but sometimes it seemed as if my steps were unheard, unseen,

and i was alone in the wind, a soldier in the wilderness.