A lone figure,
Walking down an empty beach.
Leaving behind only footsteps,
Taking up nothing but space.
And as they walk their footsteps are washed away,
By waves, as though they were never there.

They are lost.
Lost within their own mind.
Not quite sure why they
Keep walking.
Yet they do.

And so they reach the end,
The end of their lonely road,
And must make a choice.

To keep walking the lonely road,
Or to join in the embrace of life once more?