Footprint

Death captures my mind for a second,
Long enough that I stay with the thought
Just thinking,
Thinking of what it could bring.

I look upon it eagerly, to learn it’s secrets,
A synesthesia of the unknown, but yet tangible,
Conceivable, to a slightest degree,
But maintaining the unknown that keeps me,
A hope and a wish, that is all;
No better than wishing for hope
But dying seems more likely for me.

All will be reduced to a resonance,
As if a footprint left upon a river bed,
It would go soon too, and leave like me,
And everything I am reduced to a singularity