Category : Poems

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I run and I run.
I pace and I pace. 
Yet this one single race;
Has no sign of being done. 

The web has been spun and I'm;
Stuck between threads.
I watch my foot as it treads;
As to dodge tripping another time. 

It's dark straight ahead of me.
Behind me is visible.
I have to walk through it, it's undeniable.
Soon I hope this road will help me see.