footsteps

Sitting in my cozy room, 

contemplating on life

and the footsteps I leave behind

I want every one of them 

to be pressed in the sand with greatness

every encounter, every act

I want to leave fields of kindness

blooming over a thousand horizons

and all the frozen hearts of the world

to melt, wake up, stand up, 

and do the right thing

I want the new rule to be

that greatness is in the human being

not in the clothes

nor vacations, cars, jobs & titles

I want this to be the norm,

no longer the exception