I hear the sound of footsteps

  

I hear the sound of footsteps

echo far and near

as people search in anguish

lives lived out in fear.

Round and round in circles

over hill and dale

they wander through the countryside

and through the market square.

Aimlessly they travel

shoes worn out by tread

weighed down by their own burdens

some completely off their head.

Minds restless from life's worries

bodies tired out from pain

they look like they're contented

but heads bow down in shame.

©revdjo 3/10/14