The Roads - Poem by Daniel Brick
When I was old enough to know
the difference between what belonged
to me and what belonged to everyone, I took
the first road I saw, leaving my home behind.
It was a necessary step, followed
by more steps, perhaps not as necessary,
but by then the habit of moving was
instilled inside me. It's still there.
See, I'm walking right now away from you.
It's time for you to catch up to me.
Adopt my gait, imitate my demeanor. See,
we're side by side, the gap between us closed.
What things belong to us now? Actually
nothing. It could all be taken from us
in a second by the men with guns. They know
we don't have one. It's in their calculations.
But we can always tread a different path.
The roads are everywhere, over the land,
across the waters, in the air. The roads
will everywhere bring us together, sooner
or later. Let's start over from a common point:
you are standing still, on the path, half of you
turned away toward the distance, half of you
faces me. I am walking quickly, closing the gap.
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