Day 265: Roads
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what deception a road can be.
i had conscientiously packed
and carefully laced.
i had, upon my map,
an outline traced.
but my destination
never mounted
the horizon.
it oasis-eluded.
it mirage-deluded.
though i had shed so much
and amassed a score of miles,
every step bore greater the weight of age,
and with heavier gait
i contemplate,
now,
the course.
i’ve seen this stone before.
i reminiscent tred.
was my path,
by hope, misled?
perhaps
i have read roads wrong
all along,
and they were never meant
to guide.
perhaps,
through endless circles,
they only lead
to what’s inside.
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