Instead Of Dying

Walk this heat-weary mile
Throat parched
Painful shoes
Nearly no breath left
Don’t blame the mistake
The map you made
When your eyes were younger

Tip your hat to the hurt
Toss your map to the sky
And take aim
Let those smithereens shade you
Praise the what-lies-ahead
Without thinking twice
Walk forth

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