Can’t feel the earth nor touch the sky

as I am walking up so high,

Crumbling feet, though can’t hear a sound

running to a place nowhere to be found.

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Firing desire, intoxicating addiction

of moving. Undeniable conviction,

Worn-out feet, teary eyes

insistently craving an inaccessible prize.

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Jumping the obstacles of trembling fear

I can finally see it pretty clear,

that the sound of my steps is what keeps me alive

fulfilling my destiny, the never-ending drive.

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Alison