A desire is enough
to set identity to a course
even though the journey's end
defies the place it all began
while the clock asks no due
the start and stop are fluid
neither set for the whole
instead the traveler has their own
defying milestones on the path
stones erected in the past
become the lies for the self
even as their truth prevails
integrity is then transformed
as a needs leads the way
with no regret in the now
what the sun may shine upon.
2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190222.
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