Footsteps upon the ground
Of where past stood,
Trampled by the present and
Shamed upon by those who
Look upon beyond and
Bow heads
In shame,
For regrets
That transpired in those
First footsteps,
Once trod upon.
They were aged but still
Visible even though
The idea was trampled upon,
We must look back
Look at what transpired
A dream was built
Innocent
Blindness
Nightmare
Reality
But what was its price
Is it truly a dream
If so many paid for It
With those first footsteps
Can a footstep ever be erased..