How can a man walk
In the shadows of days
Times that blow on by
Dirt that gathers on the heels
With each step taken
Showing a muddy tract
Not lost even at a run
Adherent abstract essence
A place where shadows loom
Even in the darkest night
Decisions made, actions taken
Unchangeable destined dues
Paid for with tears and regrets
A trail that always ends
In the grime of the grave
Pristine once again, anon