A straight line I go alone
Steps along the way
The spring is infectious
Buoying me every day
Veering not to the left or right and not by design,
The course I am is full and sublime.
Remember me? Shouted a boy by other means a man
Are you still who you are,
Or have you gone lame?
I was who I was, I said.
And that is all I said.
Wanting to probe some more,
I anticipated a shock,
A meeting of no mere reunion,
A rude interruption.
I kept on going
Not fearing what lies ahead.
A bit maimed and bruised,
But I must cruise
Just get me to the other side.
Even if I die, alive.
A straight line I go alone
Steps along the way
The spring is infectious
Buoying me every day
Veering not to the left or right and not by design,
The course I am is full and sublime.
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