Each step I make upon this path
Pulls me close to fate,
A destiny I don’t yet know;
My destiny can wait.
Feet in flight or stillness run
Through worlds we cannot see,
At speeds no cheetah could outrun
These feet will outrun me.
Well behind myself I know
I am constrained to life,
Where people live, then work, then die.
My goals placed on a knife.
I sense the feet no longer flee
That they have found their dream.
Though slower than my soul I know
My own soon too will gleam.
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Oh, yeah. I love it. Hopeful and yet reminding us that it always ends the same way in the end. You say a lot in a little, my friend.
i like to add a little bit of hope to my poems or otherwise they may seem a bit grim đ
sweet and sour, yin and yang, salt and pepper…
Oh, yeah. I love it. Hopeful and yet reminding us that it always ends the same way in the end. You say a lot in a little, my friend.