San Francisco treat... or trick?

You run with reckless abandon your feet hitting the sand as you flee...taking only a moment to steal a glance backwards at the footprints and memories....the sun beading down beaming like your smile...since you feel so careless and free...you run as fast and hard as you can searching for what you call destiny....meanwhile those footprints in the sand begin to fade but you don't take heart becasue you think you can always go back to the start....until the time comes when the sun sets and the light that was so constant and bright is no more....you stop running becasue you can't remember what you were burning , so yearning for....so you look back to the only thing you have left ...horrified to realize that the path is no more...the memories faded , you feel lost and have forgotten what to live for....hollow and alone you begin to run back so desperate now to hold on to what you've got...but as you run you realize the footprints are fading rapidly as the tide seems to wash them away with no apathy...you stop, close your eyes trying to remember what few memories you've got left before everything is washed away...alone you hope and pray for the warmth to come back so you can run another day ....you realize now though too late that these fleeting moments your hanging on to were what made the running worthwile ....the reason for that smile....