Echoing Footsteps

Echoing Footsteps
… Echoing Footsteps
…… Echoing Footsteps

Recently, have l found myself,
Sitting in darkened echoes,
Of distant shores of my minds’ shelf,
Looking back, reflectively mellow,
Upon life’s’ footsteps,
Like sands caught in a shoe,
Traces of time’s receding ebbs,
Lost in thought true

Walked have l the path,
Of chosen destiny as foretold,
By birth rights within faith,
And has my fate become unfold,
Is my soul now caught in time,
As l drift into subconscious journeys,
Through intricacies of this mind,
Created emotionally …

By following steps of before,
Walked by those who were me,
Yet not, but were inner core,
Of who l have now come to be,
Can l say hand on my beating heart,
That l have done my best,
Lived my life as was intended …

… from the start,
From my dawn of blest?
And what have l done,
That l am to be so very proud,
Of …

That makes me stand tall in my mind,
With learned knowledge of my short time?

Am not saddened by it all,
Relieved to have been the man ,
That l am …
… and not the one before me,
To have walked in my own time of now,
And not in the footsteps of echo,

Is this not what we can but hope for?
To have lived our lives the way we choose,
And not mimic those from afore our time,
Making mistakes similar to paths of yesterday,

Walked have l on my own two feet,
And not in echoing footsteps,
Tomorrow is mine …
… whilst yesterday was yours.

© Rory Matier 2012