So we walked. To find our way. Through the deceit, we put the next foot in front of the last. Pressing out the ground ahead. Sure footed, but blind to our path.
Where were we going? We never knew. We just knew we had to move forward. Why were we walking? Because it was too dangerous to run or stand still.
Our feet were still wet from the path already taken, we hoped the path that lay ahead would not soak into us as before. You find us now still walking. We will not stop.