The Journey
We set off with the sunrise,
dew laden breezes brushing our cheeks;
flying past those who like statues
in silence observe
the passing of our foolish innocence
as the miles fly our feet.
Weighed down with bundles of
dreams and hopes tied close with strings,
under the sun we race
forward.
Each trial an adventure;
each trail a wearing
as the miles mark our feet.
And when, with the twilight, we arrive,
we mourn the loss of
ties that have fallen along the way
on our path to wisdom;
and we look back in longing at
the miles under our feet.
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