My feet full of cache, walking paths of memories,
Traces of journeys imprinted on every step, like hidden treasures.
Each footprint a timestamp of the places I’ve been,
A trail of moments, a glimpse of where I’ve seen.
In the alleys of the past, the cache comes alive,
Reviving images, scents, and sounds, as I strive.
The nostalgia in each stride, a journey through time,
My feet carry me through the labyrinth of memories, sublime.
The cache, a bittersweet embrace of days gone by,
A mix of joy and sorrow, like a painted sky.
With every footfall, I weave my story’s thread,
A tapestry of life, where the past and present are wed.
So, I’ll keep walking, my feet full of cache,
Cherishing each moment, as life’s chapters interlace.
For with every step I take, I continue to grow,
In the cache of my heart, the beauty of life will forever glow.