Paths Less Traveled

I am tired of tricks

and sleight of hand,

dog and pony shows

with no beginning

or end,

I am tired of so much

and so many,

it is almost impossible

to count,

yet somehow

it all adds up,

even if it comes up

negative;

was there ever anything

but this?

did there really used to be

more?

it no longer seems possible,

it no longer exists,

the stomach grows nauseous now,

the feet turn cold,

‘wake-up,

it is almost time’

scream out the day,

make it something new,

fight back the night

creeping up

to the edges of time,

no matter what they say

you know the truth,

you know the weakness,

you know the imperfection,

you know where the path

is leading,

and the fate

waiting there.

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