"The further you go, the more wretched you're going to feel,"
I heard myself say as I walk along a road
Which, supposedly, had no end.
I had started out to liberate myself.
From what, I wasn't really sure.
With no destination in mind I thought the cares
Would just melt away as I went.
But now my feet ached
And I was beginning to wonder what I'd eat.
Death seemed to creep in around me.
Suddenly the cares of life seemed less cumbersome.
It was still far from morning.
No one would be missing me yet.
I turned around
And when I arrived,
I told everyone I had gone to watch the sun rise.
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