Into Oblivion

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The journey began well past the sun's set

Moonlight glimmering and the grass still wet

Destination did not exist to me

Just running to flee


To wander in the vastness of this earth

Is to see the wondrous feeling of birth

Of knowledge and hunger for the new

In which vast horizons come into view


Lost in the unknown, I am unafraid of of this land

From the desert to the ocean, making in the sand

A small footprint in the universe

At journey's end, the wander of running must disperse

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