My feet mold with the earth, as I embark on this road.
I can not see where is road leads ahead
but I can see where I am on the road at that very moment.
Every step I take leaves imprints on the path behind me
but to be fair the road leaves imprints on me.
I can choose to wipe away these imprints
but you are an imprint that I am not willing to wipe away.
– Michael Leonard Scheuermann