as i walk among the shore,
i see prints of many types,
some are small,
some are big,
some are close to each other,
some are farther apart,
they are all in sets of two,
but mine are all alone,
i look out upon the sea,
watching the sun set,
i enjoy watching it,
but i wish i want alone,
as the wind blows,
the sand of time flows past,
i watch it as it blows,
all around me,
i have realized,
that i let time fly,
and the whole time,
i have traveled alone,
no idea where to go,
with no destination,
how can oneself,
look for something,
when they no not,
what they search for,
i feel the cold wind,
as it strikes my back,
saying i should give up,
saying there is nothing for you,
tired and weak,
i walk among the shore,
i see prints of many types,
they are all in sets of two,
but mine are all alone,
but i search for other prints,
that are alone as well,
i have found them,
but will they accept mine.