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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I raced to the hand of beneficial friendships, pledged myself to artful reasoning and aspired to harness freights of honor. I took long drafts of audacity and impetuously ingested every molecule of opportunity while the road was wealthy and the track fertile with smooth stepping stones content to lend their backs to my feet. I rushed ahead gaining paces leaving nothing behind for those who sipped by requirement and paid debts charged to their soul after each act. My progress celebrated by acceptance into discerning, noble circles launching my ego furlongs ahead of my accomplishments. My chest boasting valor and yet…the sums of my life are still untaxed. Midway I have discovered that my hump of debts owed are a disturbing weight unsettling my axis; becoming a separate, ethical life opposing my kind of progress crippling my spine, challenging the arrears in my spirit and I stalled, unbalanced between conceit and humility. I never requited favors from those backs who made the race so easy I merely stored promissory notes for my blood, sweat and tears (for which I never remitted a drop). And as my conscience looks back it can no longer see the beginning and I cannot leave momentous marks in places my feet never tread. I can’t go back, I have forever lived my life painting blank steps that I can’t retrace. Lonesome, idle time is mine while I wait for moments I raced past to reach the end of my anonymous path.
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