Sterling
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Silver is the moonlight on the open road,
the long way out,
the roundabout,
the scenic route,
no thoughts of going home.
I've been running for so many years,
I've stopped keeping score.
What am I running for?
Running to?
Running from?
Running away?
Does it matter,
anymore?
This path is paved
in good intentions,
interventions,
silence, and tears.
Another mile
to file into my head,
another question
for the life I might have lead,
always moving forward,
wondering if it's still worth my while.
Every step has led me here,
and I've never stopped to think
about the things I've left behind.
If I had the option,
would I have changed my mind?
If I look into a mirror,
what horrors will I find?
It's amazing how the future changed
in less than the time
it took me to blink.
Given the chance to choose,
I don't know if I'd take another way,
each word another kind of burn,
a different kind of bruise,
a fresh, new source of pain,
over the one that I have,
under the sun
and the moon
and the rain,
with nothing left to lose
and nothing that I hope to gain.
Behind me, the dawn's first ray
pierces through the night.
Another mile, another day.
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