The Path

Another beginning, another turn, another dead end, another crossing, another Dtour.
I am standing there in the wind, getting lost, reaching, looking around, facing onto a contour.
I am the path I walk, in dark, blindfolded and troubled, chasing my shadow, hunting my shadow.
I can't touch the mist, I feel it's smell surrounding me, covering my footprints, covering the path.
Few brief moments I thought I can see clearly, only to appear on the same spot, efforts make me laugh.
Close my eyes, I don't need them,let my soul take over and lead the way, without any fear.
Let every day be a step forward, movement towards, reaching for, not to shed a tear.
Judgement is only mine, not yours to abuse, I am who I am with no more pretending.
This is the way of mine, new one, the one to stay on, enrich me, raise me, not the need