Footprints

I walk in the wake of the choices I make
in currents created by vows that I break.
Tho’ oft unintentioned, a price must be paid
to honor the piper for tunes he has played.

Each step leaves a trace of the choice I embrace,
in shadows of footprints I cannot erase,
for those yet to travel whose paths cross this trail.
I pray you tread wisely in places I fail

For waters when stilled by each promise fulfilled
hold firmer foundations upon which to build;
an anchor to cling to, a harbor of rest
from turbulent winds that cause waters to crest.

Allow the dismay from my journey astray
to signal the threat of impending decay.
Don’t follow my footprints for here are the facts;
You’ll end up with me if you walk in my tracks.