Why does this path have so much control on me?

Rain drops fall from my hair tips
onto my eyelashes
off of my chin.

Tear drops and rain drops
mixing and falling
leaving my face as I fall.

The muddy ground wet and cold
soaking through my spandex pants.

Lost in my own skin.
 
Staring at the raindrops
hitting the lake.

Drip Drop Drip Drop Drip Drop

The sound is like music
the scene is like a get away.

So lost...
Searching for hope.
I'm running in circles,
I keep returning to the beginning.

Why?
Why does this path have so much control on me?