The path

Finding Who we are I walk this dark path. No sord. Ju st this small sheild. The worn finish of the sheild. Walking this dark path. Not knowing. Who we are is not what we are. The days I wander on this path. The things I see. The things I wish i could help or fix. The things my mind contorts. The things I wish where true., The things on this path that make my mind wander. The things we say. The things we do. All along this dark path. I wonder about this path and where it leads.