people are like footprints in the sand
while walking, while living on, we try to leave a mark on the earth
roughly, desperately, persistently we try.
only for our efforts to be mercilessly washed away by the waves of the ocean,
traces of our existence disappearing by the minute, the second
but we just don't give up, do we?
and so we make more footprints.
he just might leave a mark,
at least in my heart.