exits of unmarked door,
sounds of mysterious origin;
the planes rise and fall,
the clouds gather and dismiss their rain,
the sun and moon glow always.
Feet ache and back falters, carrying the weight of the the world.
Step by step the destination can occasionally be seen.
But the next hill awaits.
Winds blow and carry news -
cold and heat arrive in the changing times,
but I must obey my choices, my paths, my way.
Until the end the journey never stops,
because as soon as you stop, there the journey just may end.
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