Poetry that thinks out loud
THE WALK AHEAD
A pathway of a thousand lives;
Each holding their own archives.
Like robots stuck within a routine
Passing people they've never seen.
Each shut off to the outside world;
Deep within their troubles are held.
Stresses and tears some hold back;
Each getting by; trying not to crack.
Strangers, that is what they remain
And you never knew anyone's name.
Along this path there's no time to talk;
Existence calls; you continue to walk.
Before you know it your journey ends;
Along this path there were no friends.
For you held back and never let go
And the walk ahead is all you know.
Each holding their own archives.
Like robots stuck within a routine
Passing people they've never seen.
Each shut off to the outside world;
Deep within their troubles are held.
Stresses and tears some hold back;
Each getting by; trying not to crack.
Strangers, that is what they remain
And you never knew anyone's name.
Along this path there's no time to talk;
Existence calls; you continue to walk.
Before you know it your journey ends;
Along this path there were no friends.
For you held back and never let go
And the walk ahead is all you know.
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THE WALK AHEAD
THE WALK AHEAD
