Take Those Things Out of Your Mind

I was walking
It's something I'm used to
Sometimes
I just feel like going
To the right place
But only when I
Have no destiny,
No path...

Then I see
Those footsteps
On the sand
They remind me of
How things
Should be...

I see those sandy
Marks
And they remind me
Of
Pretty
Plastic bags,
Fresh cups of
Coffee,
A little bottle of
(wine, of course)
And the singing,
Happy girl
I used to...
Be...?
Perhaps...