Wandering

I have been walking for a long time now. It has been a long time. and my feet hurt. Sometimes I dream, sometimes, as the weariness overwhelms me, I think I see people, places I knew, fantasies. Then, I wake up and there is the sun and the desert and an empty sky.

I have been walking for a long time and I’m tired.

There are places I have not seen, roads unbuilt—but who will build them now? I am alone in this wasteland; not even death will comfort me. I have been walking for a very long time.

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