I printed my bleeding foot on the shores of life
In the middle of changing sand
It got obliterate by the worries of today
Haunting my own dreams
Dragging my own foot
I made those unsound prints
Hollowness triggered by the closed shells
Left no marks of my existences
I have nothing left for generations to track
Rather than those perfect foot prints Undead in memories of past
I lone in the wonders of life………………..
