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
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
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
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