The Same Destination
All the people from the village
are on the same pilgrimage
and they know
that they must all go with the flow.
It's always been the same story
for each generation
has the same destination
in the quest for glory.
Everybody ends up
at a spot on the hilltop
under the big bristlecone pine tree
located in the middle of the cemetery.
It is also known
as the hill of bones
and as the silent place
for those who ran out of pace.
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