Tomorrows loom waving at Yesterdays|
as paths designed by treading arched feet
extend forward like Destiny fixed Ways
while horizons extant defy the journey's beat.
Go on and on... till Life its token pays
to reach the line where dreams and goals meet.
Beneath the Stars ignore the hunting bays
prompting your pilgrimage of no retreats.
Horizons multiplying look the same.
The more you walk the more they stay there
immovably just mocking at your aim.
The more you trudge upon feet worn and bare
by those endless paths an equal game
knowingly you shall play, no matter where!
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