Again Must I Follow My Feet

Eyes fixed on my moving bare feet.
One foot brings the other forward, disappearing the first out of my vision.
Except the seeing, I am feeling.
Heels sink in to while the toes reach out to grab the softy sands.
Pair of feet other than mine,
moving towards me comes in to the periphery of my vision.
No need to know,
all the many things when you look at another.
It's as if feet can talk,
they adjust their lines involuntarily to avoid collision.
Where these feet had taken me?
As I wonder I look up to see, no longer where I once was.
Two shades of blue meets in the horizon, sky and the sea.
Nothing out of the norm,
yet it's as alive as if I was woken up from a dream.
When my feet had turned around,
many foot prints it had created were no more.
Way back was lost,
washed off by those breaking waves.

After Note:
So, once again must I follow my feet.
find the way back, or not - to see where it will take me.

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