In the midst of a muddled race, I can't find the space to walk. Always awake, sleep remains elusive. The warmth, the touch of love, goes unfelt. Tears fall, and I'm not there to wipe them away. The surrounding kindness gets overshadowed, Goodness ignored, dismissed with an excuse. Dates blur, special moments fading into the abyss, Yet, there's no pause, no whisper of, "I miss you, I love you." Life sweeps by, without pause or reprieve, With the sun's ballet—its rise and fall—reduced to mere routine. Can't breathe deeply, can't gaze upon the stars, So engrossed, I miss out on the now. A chance to look in the mirror slips by— But wait, am I even looking deep within myself? Is it all just drudgery? A constant chase? Excuses mount, one endeavor concludes, the next unfolds. Always in motion, yet, am I t...
Going through rusty rails, Valleys, bridges, and tunnels. A new hellos, a few goodbyes, Sweet Kisses, bitter Fists. Crossing borders, taking risks, Ups and downs, with lightning speed. Seems like we are in the same direction, but not the same destination. One's beginning can be someone's destination, Someone's destination can be some other's beginning. But everyone has to board and everyone has to get down. We are all on the Journey.
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