The passage of time
Of lines in the road
Or trees on the horizon
Seconds passing
Or years gliding
Through dim tunnels
And dark underbrush
How far we travel
Without realizing
How far we’ve come
See also: (I will never not mention this song when given the chance)
RDP: Passage
Love your poem and song choice, Kelley.
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Thank you!
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