C.Florian Baretta


Reach For The Ground

You almost always expect the ground to be there when you take a step
When you are walking with your blinders on
And your eyes can only look ahead
And your feet are moving almost on their own

Down that road, paved with red bricks
Masons carefully leveled and angled the curves
So that the road leads exactly to its destination
So far away that from the beginning it is impossible to see the end

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