The Long Mile

 
The beginning is never at the bottom,
People always start in the middle,
The endless riddle,
Cynical in the climb.
 
When you get to the top,
Take it all in,
There’s a steep drop.
 
The air gets you high,
Time flies by,
People become faces,
Memories are just places you’ve been.
 
No attachments,
What makes it relevant?
Welcome to the long mile,
The stretch of life,
Where you learn your lesson.
 
We are above nothing,
Just surviving.
Collect your templates,
Build your bridges,
Tie them to your back,
And carry them down the hill;
Don’t forget your will,
It’s always ten miles down…
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