Its treasures lie in plain sight and
The knowing is revealed but the truth of it all remains hidden – by choice, but not mine.
The knowing says I must take a first step but can’t look behind as
It is a step that leaves no footprint and gives no clue.
But I remember as I have been here before,
Always alone, always.
This time I have learned that one step doesn’t always lead to another,
Another place, another time, another other.
But I don’t care anymore and therein lies the difference.
My steps have ceased to be random, with random direction or, as before, with no direction at all.
As it turns out, it really didn’t matter to either of us,