The Road
The road stretches before me
no end in sight.
A road well traveled
many times before.
In the distance
over the horizon
she stands
waiting for me to come to her.
The road I travel
stretches out.
I am weary of traveling
on this road.
She still stands at the end,
waiting for me to come to her,
and end my journey.
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