The Place I Go, I Do Not Know

Oh so slowly we tread,
upon these paths we take,
for upon the road we find ourselves,
and sometimes more or less.
The wind calls your name,
to I who listen so close.
To find the one who takes my path,
to find the one who cares,
I would fly upon this trodden place
to touch the face so dear,
of the one I wish to know,
whose words I find so clear.
Call my name, oh dirt I tread,
call for my fate to be,
sing the place I've yet to go,
to find the one for me.
The sky she mocks, and cries yet still,
to see my aching self.
I cringe inside, and try to hide,
but still the sky does find.
Feel the bitter chilling wind,
feel it call me not,
for all those feet I've yet to walk,
have all gone far to rot.
The stones trip up my step,
the vines twist my feet.
All the people I see here now,
not one I've yet to meet.
The rain falls here now,
making my footfalls muddy and stiff,
for all the steps I seem to take,
all I get is dirty.
Come the day, I'll see what may
be the place I go,
but far away, seems the day,
and I weep to ever find it.