just a random thought
like it comes in every step
right, left
.
just a gaze
moves everywhere
bringing with it
haze, softer confusions
whisper in the head
slowly the sounds
escape the mind
left, right
.
bringing the load
carrying it too far
too far the road is
too slow the feet are
right, stumble
.
too close we are
grounded, above
too fatal this can be
right now it's the bend, the curve
too narrow, long and unending
.
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