To travel this well-trodden path once more.
Sauntering, stumbling, shuffling.
The journey familiar but in due course
I pass new people and see new things.
Things I thought I knew for sure were never there,
but now I'm second-guessing their previous existence.
In the distance my goal.
My destination.
Between us a vast expanse of pavement.
Without concentration I'll be there in seconds,
but writing this keeps me focused on how far I have to go.
So I think I'll stop.
Writing.
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