I have walked a way
meant only to march forward
never can I go back
to pick up anything
that ought not to be dropped
starting by sunrise
a long way I walked
when I started walking
I found multitudes walk along
some before me
some after me
some along with me
many are falling back
many are racing fast
many are missing mysteriously
I am walking still
in the evening
that is in its prime
to reach the goal
I have to walk fast
though my mind assures
there is time for sunset!
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