Wondering

I thought I've passed this road before. Everything looks just like it did once before or maybe I never left, just took a break. I'm wondering beggar, begging someone, anyone to breathe life in me. But all I get is passerby's who only stay for a while, just to laugh at my falls. I used to cry but now all that is left is an empty well that I refuse to fill. Continue down this road see the same things both good and bad. I thought I was saved from being this way, from repeating this path. But here I am trying to find meaning into something that doesn't want to know itself.