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Jul 2021
Slowly I walk as happenings drift by
Every step a million moments, every moment a million miles
No goal hurried me, no plan directed me

Then a next step - I shot into a sprint
Every step a hundred happenings, every moment a hundred hours
I hurled myself forward, my heart in a mad dash

But the ground sped ahead of me
I would have tripped and fallen but for my reckless abandon that kept me just apace
But not for much longer

The goal faded off, the distance swallowing it
The world went ahead without waiting for me
Yet still I speed onward. Maybe, one day

I will catch up to the world
Also Sprach Zarathustra
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Also Sprach Zarathustra  22/M/Betwixt truth and madness
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