Footprints 

My dusty world filled with memories

Nothing but images as proof

Tenuous strands, hints of what was

Illusions or thoughts, much the same

One never was real

Other cut to fit empty spaces 

Both lie on the floor trampled

Recent ideas stir dust bunnies

They gather and hide pieces

Distant memories hid in dust

Footprints the only sign of change

They belong to Noone now

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