Wiping My Fingerprints

On the paths that I walk,
I wish I don't leave footprints behind.
I am one of those who,
Like the bed unruffled after I've slept on-

Paths that have formed across centuries,
By all the grandparents I know and all the grandparents they knew-
Paths so beautifully there,
For humans to walk on-

Or perhaps so we are made to believe?

I'd like to share my path with many-
Dust, dogs, cobwebs, cockroaches-
Every new day fills me with a new thrill,
At the creation that surrounds me.

I am one of those who-
Will wipe their finger prints off
after they've touched the TimeGlass.