11: Impression

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In front of you is some sand
You remove your socks and shoes
Tread in the sand to leave your footprints
Step back and look at them
Where you have walked has left an impression

What will be left of us when we've left,
when we're gone under down into darkness, the earth and memory?
When our dust and ashes have shaken themselves down and reverted to their original state will their miraculous interlude have leaned on history's rudder?

What will be left of us when we've left?
What traces will we leave?
Will the evidence be compelling?
What will the surviving witnesses say?
How will they know we were here?
Will the future be better because of what we did with our present?

How many breaths make a life?
How long does it take to make a difference? (When can I start?)
What will history say of us when we're history too?

What will be left of us when we've left?