The future is an untrodden path, Like an endless expanse of untouched sand. The only traces of the past are your footprints. If you stand still in the present, The here and now, The winds of time will cover over your footprints. You will be standing in endless untouched sand, Perfect and immaculate. All that will remain is the sand beneath your feet. Stand, walk or run- your footprints will be covered. No matter how hard you try- you will never reach the future. You will always remain in the present, The past fading away. The wise take heed of this And walk through life as if through water, Leaving no footprints. Balanced on the infinite knife-edge of now.