How do we know, how can we see, 

the endpoint of the path 

beneath our feet?

Our hopes lie on the other side

of mountains on the far horizon.

Have they grown over time?

They seem now to be 

unscalable, impenetrable 

blocks to my destiny

(and which lie, anyway

when I lift tired eyes to see

behind endless plains of same-old pain

and misery).

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Is it just me, trapped in the journey, 

never arriving to see 

the benefits of why I strapped these shoes 

to these old feet in the first place?

(Photos courtesy of pixabay.com)

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