it's a long
haul
from here to there.
am
i in, am i out.
how tired am i.
how worn
are my shoes.
i look at the mountain
before me,
the unmapped
road and i wonder
if i'm still young enough
to go there,
to get where i need
to be, finally,
or am i too old.
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