The path may not be lonely, but company just confuses everything.

After "What's the Point?", my dear friend Starsky is back for breakfast with her brand new poem "It's Not a Lonely Path": favorite poem of the month.

As she explains:

"The path may not be lonely, but company just confuses everything. Like the first couple of lines say, a thoughtless but functioning body can make it's way down a simple path. It's all the emotions caused by the people who influence us that complicate, and ultimately define and validate our journey."

It's Not a Lonely Path

A fragile body can find its way

Down a weary, worn out path

But ask the body to think and love

Or hope or cry or laugh

Then the worn out path turns darker yet

A simple turn becomes a maze

Confusion mixed with ignorant belief

Breaking rules no one obeys

The eyes can’t see the road ahead

Nor are the feet sure of their footing

The mind, it reels, possibilities exceed

The scope through which we’re looking

But to say the course is a lonely trail

Is a lie some cannot face

For among themselves, so many are lost

So focused on their pace

Instead, think not of where you go

How fast you walk or why

But mind those walking next to you

And those you may pass by

For until the end there is no time

To gaze back and be profound

But the end’s the end and all that’s left

Are your footprints in the ground

Countless feet will trample the path

That once survived your wars

But never can they imitate

All the footprints next to yours