You carry a hundered pounds on your back,
still you leave a steady track.
A 300 degree smirk:
Welcome to the picture show!
Those old faces never telling; friend or foe?
Those legs got more numb by every ounce,
as you keep wondering through these towns.
A warm sunrise begging "please take it slow,
you wore out your shoes 60 pounds ago."
do you see the rainbow and the pot of gold?
a devil's looking for a soul to be sold.
...
"Dead men tell no tales"
...
Just dried your ears, (and eyes shouting never)
but you've already been walking this road forever.
Quoting someone else's ashes at crossroads,
ignoring the work of man under your soles.
fortes fortuna adiuvat
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