The feet sunk deep in to the wet sands,
Every step forward held a promise of eternity,
Leaving no traces behind them,
They could see what was there,
I saw only what I wanted to see,
They knew
What I had still to know,
They already had
What I had still to search,
They were already walking,
As I was still thinking,
Thinking not about
What was there,
Thinking about
What I wanted to think.
But those were the wet sands of time.
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