Is it too much to ask that I want to be missed when I'm all gone? Is it too much to ask that I want my wishes to be granted and not to be taken for granted? It hurts that I thought I was etching marks on stone, while I was just leaving ephemeral footprints on the sands of time, only to be erased by winds. I wanted to leave a trail, but my footprints have been frail. Or maybe nobody cared to follow the trails.
