I take the
road
that takes me along
wherever it goes,
turning wherever it bends
stopping wherever it ends.
The rivers
flow by me
when my feet blister
with burning sores,
they nurse my wounds
and soothe my bleeding sole.
The wind
blows by me
when I decelerate,
short of breath,
picks me up on its wings
drops me at the next turning.
My journey
rolls
around the earth
like a ball of thread
searching for my own end
arriving at and departing
from
strange destinations,
forever in transit,
until my road and I
slip at once
and fall over the horizon.
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