The Price of the Journey

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Too many airports Too many roads My soul is scattered in the wind,  My spirit is stretched My mind is broken Ground pieces of glass slowly blown across the world In the exhaust of planes In the tracks of cars In the lanes of bikes Beneath the Slow March of feet…

Maybe I need to gather them Every single infinitesimal bit of dust And reconstruct what was scattered.  And rebuild myself.  Piece by piece Bit by bit.  Hopefully, all of me makes it back.  But I know,  There’ll be parts that’ll be new And there’ll be parts that will be missing And then there’ll be the old,  Waiting to be scattered all over again.

For that is the price of the journey.  The boy that leaves  Is not the man that returns.  The soul that risks voyage is cursed by change.  And blessed by it.  Tremendously

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