My Quest

As I walk through the night I walk whit out a path, whit out thought or feeling of a once forgotten past. As I walk I don’t seek I run away. Leaving behind all I know and love. Running away from the darkness of my mind. As my path seems clear the dimmer it seems to become. Whit out knowing I stop where I started back again where my heart aches, back again where I can think back again in past. Why does it haunt me? Why can’t I let it go? Something’s never stay hidden for long. When revealed you lose, and at the end of the day like any other day is a waste of time.