I walk. I think.
I walk.
I think.
The music plays,
a constant in my mind.
I reminisce.
I weigh the future.
I plan conversations
I will never have.
I replay ones I did.
I walk.
I think.
The distance behind,
a blurry memory.
The stretch ahead,
exhaustingly long.
I take stock of
the choices
I have made.
I walk.
I think.
I convince myself
to make the changes
I know I never will.
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