Path

My path is now unclear...
I walk aimlessly through the haze...
My legacy of nothing...
Only memories of her gaze...
I am merely treading water...
Pretending not to drown...
Always listening for the music..
Yet I never hear a sound...
This path leads to nowhere...
So I may just turn around...
Maybe climb up on the ledge,
To watch the rushing ground.
My compass is broken...
Visibility compromised...
I sit where I once stood...
Lost and traumatized...