The End of Our Erasure

We are moving along,

Even though we

Want to quit—there is

No sign of stopping.

Our footprints

Trail behind us,

Letting us know where

We've been, how far

We've come, up until

That history gets

Blown away, then we

Make more—while keeping

Our thoughts of perseverance

Out of the wind

And we move, hoping that

One day we'll reach

The end of our erasure,

And our footprints will be

Cemented, showing ourselves—

And everyone else—the 


We needed to maintain.