A Simple Fact
The future speeds ahead of me
Somehow of my making:
A distance is venturing
Into unsettled territory...
A highway with a clear direction
Takes me further along
A route without boundary
To a place of compensation...
Now, I realize that years ago,
It was the same struggle,
As today:
The need for expression
Was the only reason
And still it is,
Behind my goal!
COPY WRITE©2009
New York City
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