Go

Pack your possessions in a knotted bag

set out towards east or west

keep walking every day

add distance from your abandoned past

no new world to discover

just the walk the distance

that leaves it all behind

a smudge upon horizon that in the end

will vanish below the curvature of globe

 

No voyage of discovery for you

no India or America to confuse your way

plodding is your savior

thud of foot placed after foot

the climb through rocky heights

places where thorns or brambles bar your path

clothes torn limbs bleeding

still you’ll push your way through inch by inch

 

Once there was a place a smiling face

don’t think it no it never was

forget it all it never could have been

walk onwards on this path

tomorrow’s beyond view

and yesterday is dead

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