Wake wave ripple memories.
As I walk along, through the dusty memories.
I move past the decadence and the discord.
Small part of me falling off, to join the prints I left behind.
Picked up by others and attached where their holes are.
They walk the path I left behind
The noise in my ears crescendo in a deafening roar.
The sound from the past catches up to me, it passes me.
Only to leave me behind in its wake.
I am the pebble in the center of it all.
Waves moving away from me as I walk alone this dusty path.
Filled by the dust of the ones ahead of me.