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Time

by Eric Y. Theriault

Driving.
Fast.
Detour ahead.
Slow.
Take the curve.
Road block ahead
No way through.
Am I stuck?
Will I ever get where I want to be?
Obstacles all around.
Mountains growing where ever I look.
Everyone must make their own map, they say.
Help!
No one hears the cry.
Everyone else is on their own journey.
I can’t do anymore.
The walls are closing in.
There is no way out.
Is this the end?
I hope not.
I hope not.
I hope not.
Just a roadblock.
Just a setback.
Just need to get back on the path.
But now I’m lost.
Where are you path?

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