everything passes by,
blurry images streaked by motion,
waiting for the stop,
sitting down waiting attentively.
feeling lost but calm,
looking at the bearings,
things are so close but seem so far,
keeping my eyes peeled i hope for the best
when you reach the destination,
you realise, you still have to walk on,
im not there yet.
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