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Apr 2016
All I ever wanted was balance
Because I could never quite ride a bike
I could just never steady myself
From all the swaying
So failure was my only option

But failure is only a means to an end

I've used stones
Smaller than your heart
To step my way from east to west
The pedals would never quite spin for me
And my feet possessed patience I couldn't fathom

But patience is only a game for travelers

I walk because the road is blocked
I climb because the way is shut
While the rest of the world
Might chuckle at the mystery
My feet are still truer and safer bets

*But safety is only a bridge to unsturdy ground
Chris Thomas
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Chris Thomas  43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA
(43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA)   
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