I walked this path before

This path,

Long and weary,

Steep but scenery,

I walked here before

It was evening before dawn,

Getting darker, getting quieter,

Only crickets’ fiddles clearly in my ears,

I continued walking

But the deeper I trot,

The more jaded I become,

More aimless I should say,

That this path I walked before

Had this be morning,

The rundown might not be heavier,

As the breeze will lift me,

And the birds will sing me

I waved again the joggers,

And laughter the kids’ funny mischief,

Despaired why the appetence,

Perhaps this path I walked before alive.