I'm but footsteps already fading
even though I have taken many.
People may not realize that this
is but a collage of many footprints
wishing to make theirs stay a while.

But everything is but a collection
that is sold off to time.
It's worn down, till not a memory
of its imprint is left, just a silhouette.
But shades change and new ones cultivate.

Some, only a few.. Collect enough on the
motions of others, that for every few that
fade, one clings to the reflection of others
eyes, and they walk where you walked.
And then another moulds upon one before.

We are then not just a faded footprint of our
time, but a memory. Kept clean by those who
remember our steps, never letting them
corrode but stay visible. For it only takes one
to walk in ours, too know we lived not just a memory.

A dream is coherent and predictable.  
In that nothing is what it seems...
There random but not pointless.
Everything is simply but a means.
To a purpose, not one or two,
But a string of consciousness
So without further ado.

I dream of rain that I love so much.
That can move your soul and remove all anguish with its touch.
So easy to be taken for granted and unappreciated yet.
I was once taught to feel the rain, not just get wet.
I dream of something just as good as rain,
a crudely drawn globe that means the world to me all the same.

I dream of a mirror intolerable of lies.
That can gaze into your heart past any disguise.
So as the demons come out of the wood work and make you
Doubt what is true.
Look into the mirror and see the real you.
They are nothing but shadow puppets, toys in your path.
I dream that you disregard them with nothing but a akward laugh!

Lastly I selfishly dream that I’m remembered not with flare or style.
But by a strong courageous beauty with a killer smile,
so I can keep holding up the mirror intolerant of lies.
and you can finally see yourself through my eyes.
I dream of all these ideas and memories too.
But only when I dream of one person
, And that person is you.