4OE

I have been called for quite some time

By a personal pilgrimage from a dream

Where I am walking the lengths of the universe.

The longer I walk the desire grows worse

As life seems to slip away from

My ever-weakening grasp.

As age was always the very last thing

To be considered or thought of.

It is taking me for a ride.

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The past never leaves us alone,

Often far out of mind,

Left behind, yet

Always creeping along at a pace

And managing to show its face

At times where the future lays

In the balance.