So many miles beaten into the ground
by old leather soles that stand as stone.
So many choices left so far behind;
brought along as new voices to pass the time.
He cannot choose this, and it picks up again.
Right where it left off, soon to change options.
He revelates his task before him,
he elevates the very goal.
He eleviates the burden of failure,
he lightens the pressure; unfolds.
Busted and beaten, the struggle ensues.
He begins again.
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