Walking is a form of art,
a step by step to a destination.
The motion of being able to slowly or quickly move,
with a trace of a footprint left behind.
Engraved for the world to see,
it's about leaving a touch of you behind.
Not so much the worry of being forgotten by those,
more so, the worry if not being able to feel this presence no more.
But by a touch,
it is possible for my devine spirit to live on.