I cannot understand your inspiration
Tracing your fingers through dust
A thousand steps
Count each one
Lines in dust

We say fleeting
Images that come to mind
Our own demise
Like so many steps
How many steps you ask?

The rain washes the dust
Over time it comes and goes
The ink washes fades
We call them scars
Like our fearful hearts

Pushing back
The past rolling forward
All of our steps have disappeared
No one can divine the future
Only sages knew long ago

All about the dust and steps
Time that left walking
Tracing a path
That our bodies fulfil
While they last