Nothing Left
To this life
Familiar paths
Beaten
I've been here before
I am sure
Of this
But the sign says
"New road"
I know that tree
That puddle is
The same shape
Those footprints
Are mine

"New pictures"
The book proclaims
The cover
Looks the same
I might as well look
It's more entertaining
Than the faded portrait
Straining to stare
From my prison wall