Footprints


I have been walking for a long time
with the sounds of my steps
as the only companion.

I don't know where I come from,
where I am going to,
where I am now
or why I am here.

Sometimes I sprint full of hope,
sometimes I am tired and stroll slowly
or merely stand paralyzed by worry.
I would like to be already there
without knowing where.

Yet, when I look at the road,
I see many footprints of people
who have walked the same way.

None of those traces turn back.
I am proud to follow them
not knowing where they lead to.

I walk with my pace
without turning back.
I am grateful to all individuals
who walked the road before me.

Each day.



Serenity

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