You run along the beach.
It's twilight
The place is deserted,
Not a person in sight
You watch the waves
Caress the shore
Turning sand to glass
Filling you with awe.

And then you see it.
Footprints.
Trails, just a few
Curious, you search for hints
Approaching one, you wonder, hope
That your foot will fit
Excitement, tension mounts
You feel sure that this will change your life
Every bit.
If your foot will fit.

Your foot slides in
Elation grows,
Then dies
One more trouble to add to your woes.

Your foot does not fit.

Distraught, you run
Your foot slides into print after print
But none will fit
You collapse, after this dint.

As you sit crying
On the shore
You come to realize
The footprints are no more
You look around, confused
The tide has risen
The sea is unamused.

You get up, to run home
A few steps are taken
You stop, and turn
Pretending you're faking

There's a new set of prints
Embedded in the sand
These ones fit
And soon, you understand.

Each person's path is their own
With no one you can share
The experiences you have had
Lest your heart tear.

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