Crossing the Finish Line Is this a race? Do I have to move fast Am I reaching for success Or the end? For we all know that the line Moves a dot at a time. And that time is Relevant Only if we clock it. I am just a dot In the universe And I move slowly Aged with speckles. Dots that create Wrinkled lines That wobble with smiles Roads once traveled And left behind Never ending Somewhere in the horizon That circles Around our world and beyond.
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