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