Fresh foot prints on the snow.
If I follow them where do they go?
If I wait they will go, disappearing with the fresh fallen snow.
If I take the steps, will I grow?
To learn wisdom upon the fresh fallen snow
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Only our experience can teach anything to us. We can or cannot follow the foot steps. The choice is ours. Else, we can wait there lifelong. Our experience will decide whether we should follow the foot-prints or not.