Lost

I look past my shoulder, at footprints upon a beaten track. As I stand alone, my mind questions...All those reasons and justifications I had seem to gather like this cartoon snowball racing downhill, pulling in scenes from each of my life-defining moment, gathering in size but merely pulled along by the momentum with no direction of its own. What may have started out with picture clear clarity has since lost all its lucidity. Amidst the distant rumbling, I start to question what next.