Footprints on wet sand
Snaking their way
Where are they going?
Who made them?

Happy or sad?
How can one tell?
Footprints keep the secret
Only show somebody went this way.

No footprints going the other way
Did he come back?
Or was he she?
One would never know!

Are these the last footprints?
If he didn’t come back, why not?
Did he become a prey?
Should I pray?

What if he didn’t want to come back?
I don’t want my prayer to go waste
Afraid prayers have limits
Only a few will be answered.

If I follow the path
Where will it take me?
Who knows?
Just like life!