Not that I have conquered a peak,
Leaving friends and foes behind.
Not that I am drained down a pit,
And no one above cares me to find.
Instead I am together with you folks,
Making my way all this while.
Often we have had bitter talks,
Often we have shared a smile.
But all of a sudden, now I feel,
That, I have harbored nothing true.
Your courtesy or your contempt,
Didn’t walk with me all this through.
For this path I have tred on,
Has got marks of a hurried pace.
For these miles aren’t of a journey,
But of one pathetic race.
Should I mount up or fall a ditch,
Should I emerge or sink too low.
I won’t be baffled my dear mate,
To find myself, just with my shadow.
For each of us is lonely here,
The moon hides when the sun has shone,
For miles covered and ages bygone,
We have always remained alone.
... For miles covered and ages bygone,
We have always remained alone.
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