I'm a breath of those before me,
for I taste in life's cushions that
expel memories of what was
moments before and I taste the
pains in the fibres within me.

My footsteps are echoes that were
visited before my seed was sewn
on the fabric of thoughts. But now I
tread upon those before me and ponder.

I'm a vessel on a journey that hasn't
been mapped out, a focus of reflection
that mine isn't the only one seen.
A memory was here before and after I leave.