About The Rest Poem by Joshua Bantum

Our fate is in our footsteps of sand,
After taken,
Their imprint is redesigned by
Time, and it’s passing.

Our path untread is waiting,
Vastly amongst the other’s
Unseen.
Nothing is sure,
Only assumptions are made
by history, which is vague.

Ourselves are built of what’s around,
In this,
We are not separate, in this
we’re together walking fearlessly
into the sunset.

But Separate we are of our fate’s,
Our path’s, some
Walking quickest to be reblessed,
Some,
Walking circles, lost within the footsteps
Of the past,
Their trace blown away.
About the rest,
Nothing more could be said,
Or guaranteed,
Not for you or for me,

About the rest,
We’ll just have to let go,
And wait to see