Can there be an end ever?
To keep running along
The winding path thinking it would end somewhere;
But the seemingly near goes farther with every step
Every breath that wheezes past;
Everything around me that streaks, as fast
It’s a blur in that race;
The end has no face
Its contours changing, fading, surfacing
How elusive it is,
when the sky seems to meet the sea, but it never does
Why would I chase, covet that which never is?
If I could pause awhile;
My thoughts stretched to that horizon
And, my breath that flows in rapids;
If that could ripple in the stillness of the deep sea;
I would realize that there is no end;
but just the infinite,
in that very moment, I learn to live to the lees
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