The days seem to get away
from me. I try to catch up to
them, but there is no point.
When the sun comes out,
its majestic light burns away
the previous night, leaving
remnants of what once was.
The stones I left unturned
create a path others can take.
There is no turning back.
There is an entire life ahead
of me. I only waste time
trying to find all that is lost.
The worst feeling is knowing
that I lost count, but it does
not matter. Every moment
won’t stay long, and I need
to know that, one day,
I will be different: a man
who grew old. I will be a man
who gladly walked unknown
roads, with his head held high,
with much to show and stories
to tell. In the end, I will see the
beauty in losing count. I will
use the key I always had to
break out and set myself free.
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