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All the Miles

All the Miles

All my strides
and legged swing…
My incessancy of gait

has carried me
a thousand miles,
but what I contemplate

is if I’ve run to or fro
or if I’ve run away
If I’m running towards a goal
or if I’m running late

All I know (or think I know)
is the certainty of fate
is leading me somewhere---
My incessancy of gait

I’ve feared and teared a many year,
which is why I’ve run astray

But I wouldn’t be who I am
if it all just went
my way

All my strides,
a’many strides…
My incessancy of mind

is looking forward as I run
just as it looks behind.