You are probably air.

If we are fortunate enough, we come across a treasure chest in our lives. At first glance; overwhelmed, we break down into tears. Feeling as though we are in the presence of the incomprehensible. We know what this means. What this is.

Nothing of this value comes easy and we strain ourselves weak to the point we can barely stand and feel all of nothing and everything at the same time. However, with fatigue laid across our backs the nothing is unbearable. The sight and feeling of what we've discovered destroys everything; the search, the 'meaning'. So we put a lid on it: the very thing we sought so hard to open up. We let it be. We walk away in search of the same thing we found - another container to hide and revel in.

With our back contorted from previous station, within one or two steps, we forget the content. But you remain changed. Silently you are changed and you will now never realise. But all the same, it did you some good to have a look. To try.
The treasure is left alone for another to endure your former verse and passage. To re-enact your walking motion over the breeze of nostalgia: for the treasure to feel admired for moments at least.