Walking Ahead

Feel the breeze caress your face,
and then leave without a trace.
Like the sweet memories you try to chase,
but it has already been lost in space.

But that shall never hinder your pace,
and have you stop at a place.
So just have them erased,
and get them replaced.

Because it'll be a disgrace,
if your efforts degerates to waste.
For you've to continue in this great race,
never once slowing down your pace.