Racing

The days make sense again

I have been running into the future,
At every turn I find new struggles.
I meet them head-on undeterred.

As I ran this endless race,
I found my true history.

My stories have been all wrong.
Every phrase had been confused.
Night might darken my vision
but I have not forgotten the sun.

William Wayne Smith


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