A step, a stop
Or time, it seems
Plod ahead, never stop.
A glimpse of bliss
Beneath my soles
Without a thought they barely kiss.
Head empties high
A blur to me
Distance gone by.
A gathering ahead
To trek the trail, or else
Endless runs unsaid.
A search of fate
Chance awakens what slept
Or too late?
A breeze grabs what worries
A smile creeping in
Unnoticed the flurries.
Misty eyes
A moment lost
Worry dies.
The feet know, and will always show
Everything is reachable
If only we go.
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