i see
no end
to the
path
before me,
i see
no blocks
upon a
road
stretching forth.
all i
see
are adventures
waiting
for me;
waiting
for me
to start
walking
running
with a
purpose.
and my
feet
tread the
bricks
the uneven
cobblestones
beneath them
and know
that i
enter
new territory
as the
ground below
changes
terrain shifts.
and the
smog
gives way
to the
sea breezes,
mountain winds,
the zephyrs
whistling
through wood
through glade
the mistral
shrieking
over dune
over hill;
fresher air
everywhere.
and i
need not
ask
as to
where
to go;
i need
no map
to plot
my course:
i just
listen
to the
wind
feeling it
swirl
around me
and i
go
where it
takes me.
Very nice. I like.
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