Writing on the way

On the way to where I am I lost myself to say.

The least of which was known is now the most I know.

For those who travel light.

Well, the way will never be light enough.

To stop and enjoy what was once a famine.

There is where you will feast.

The past is the future when you are at your

last breath.

Truly, this is what time has started and stopped.

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