The Path Poem by Robert Matkovic

I live in a state of confusion
Waiting for paths to appear
Lost on a absent road
How did my path dissapear

Yearning to be free
and find my path once more
I left behind a bag of love
Carried from my door

On this path I travel
It's no path at all
It has no beggining
It has no end
but somehow I stand tall

On this path I travelled
I came to see
That on this path, was not just me
This path I took, I was taught one thing
Keep your eyes open and you shall see
Many share the road you take
Now tell them to open their eyes
So they too realise, your by their side