Into the where, when
How; wide “what’s next?”…onward we
Push, press, stride, saunter
Perhaps with heart’s eagerness
Or mute straggler’s reticence
We dare not turn back
Death-snags on that empty path
Souls’ have Destiny
Intended for something grand
Ahead, whispered dream astounds
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