Footsteps in the sand
They cannot be planned
Yet the mind prepares
As it grows, it compares
Footsteps lead the way
But they can’t leave today
Even as the mind runs
With imagination, it’s lungs
Our footsteps will not last
Imprints, swallowed by the past
Make way for what’s new
There’s a lot waiting in a queue
The earth is fully adorned
Footsteps that can’t be returned
Fill every available space
The mind competes as if a race