After the many miles
of wandering
barefeet
In search of questions
to fit the cloak
of answers ready
Legs giving up on me
just as the destination peeps
above the horizon of hope
Breath unbothered
to slow down or make haste
to catch up with dreams
Finding myself unblinking
staring at life
mirrored spotless
The reflection of each day
every moment
lived, unlived.
Unsure I am
if I have just begun
or it has only now ended?
How to tell apart
without the perception
encumbered
the end of death
from the beginning
of life?
Questions turning gossamer,
out of place,
redundant
or answers giving up on them
unbothered to find
way home.
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