a step to fate

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.

English: Bare feet running

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