She walked passed right in the middle of a fading crowd,
voices slowly vanishing, faces she barely recognize now.
Their shadows starts to come out, fog wrapping around.
feeling a little fearful, things around starts to get fuzzy.
She traced her footprints digging through old memories,
No longer afraid as she looked back at all her journeys.
One day we’ll just be a memory to some people, do our best to be a good one 🙂